Mackenzie’s POV
Stepping into my kitchen from the side door, I find a couple of officers milling around, one is poking around in my store cupboard, looking for who knows what, the other is through the door, checking around the bakery. We also passed a third outside who was scouring the alleyway, giving us all a curt nod when Callan told him who we were.
Glancing around me, I can’t see that anything is out of place, but despite that, everything still feels wrong. Someone was in my space, this isn’t just a kid throwing a brick through my window, somebody broke into my store and my apartment. They possibly touched my things, went into Maxton’s room, opened my cupboards and drawers. I feel so violated, and I clutch Maxton’s hand tighter in my own until he whines in discomfort and drags it aw
