“I know I should have.”

She took her phone out of the tote and dialed, and she had him on the line before I’d finished my coffee.

The key still worked.

That was the first thing I noticed.

I turned it in the deadbolt at four twenty, and the door swung open onto the foyer tile and a smell of onions and garlic that wasn’t mine.

Trent came out of the den with his phone in his hand and stopped in his tracks.