Page 59 of Wrecked
He wrapped his fingers around her arm and pulled her away from the house. “Let’s sit in my car.”
As soon as they got into his vehicle, he opened his laptop, hopped onto Hawk Security, and went in search of her account.
“The camera on the side of the house went down last night,” he said. “Didn’t you get an email about that?”
“I didn’t check.”
Rather than lecture her, he pulled up the front camera. It was working until four in the morning when it suddenly went dark.
“I’ll assume you didn’t hear the gunshot,” he said.
“If I had, don’t you think I would have done something about it?”
“I can install new cameras, but I’m not sure it’s safe for you to stay here alone.”
“Hmm,” she replied.
“What?” he asked.
“My house alarm never went off, so they didn’t break in.”
Hawk checked the camera mounted on the other side and the one in back. “The other two weren’t messed with.”
“Could’ve been kids,” she said. “It’s summer break. Maybe they’re bored. Let’s clear the house together.”
He wanted to push back, but didn’t. Better to assess the situation before he expressed his concern about her staying there alone.
After he pulled his Glock from the locked glovebox, they exited his truck. It was just before five, so the neighborhood was busy with people returning from work. As they made their way up the walkway to her front door, Addison said hello to a neighbor passing by with her dog.
She stood in front of the scanner. The light flashed yellow, indicating it knew she wasn’t alone. Hawk stepped up. The light turned green and Addison turned the handle.
“Do you have your weapon?” he asked.
“In my bedroom safe.”
“First, we’ll get your weapon, then we clear.”
Once inside, she hurried through her clutter-free living room and down the hall.
In all the years he’d known her, he’d never ventured beyond the living room and kitchen. He stood in her bedroom while she unlocked her safe. This room hadn’t been ransacked either. Like the living room, it was neat, but it wasn’t clutter-free. There were at least ten freakin’ brightly-colored throw pillows covering her bed.
While she pulled her weapon, he cleared the room, then hurried into her bathroom. Also, clear.
With her Glock in hand, they checked the hall bathroom, the kitchen, and the basement.
Back on the first floor, Hawk stood in front of a closed door across from the hall bath. “You skipped this room. We gotta clear it.”
“It’s locked,” she protested. “No one was in here.”
“They could be hiding in there.” He frowned at her. “Don’t make me break this door down.”
“You’re being unreasonable.”
“Are you staying here tonight?” he asked.
“Of course, I am.”
He growled. “Then, open this fucking door so I know you’re safe, for fuck’s sake.”
