Mallory’s glare cut a hole through Trey. “It’s my house. You won’t know if something is wrong. And don’t pull the macho crap on me. We’re partners.”
Partners? At least she admitted it. That she belonged next to him. Working with him. Maybe even in bed with him. His heart leapt at the thought.
She unlocked her door. Nothing came at them from inside the house. No noise, no shots.
“No one’s here.” She stood just inside the doorway.
“Search it anyway.”
“Start down here,” she said as if he didn’t know how to conduct a search.
“Right behind you.”
They traversed through the living and dining rooms into her sparse kitchen. Bullet holes still riddled one wall and a window had been broken. The rest of the mess had been cleaned.
She picked up a note from the kitchen table. “Jesse’s been here.” She let out a breath. “He watered my plants.”
“Nice guy.” Trey didn’t reholster his gun. “We should keep going. Secure the whole house.”
She glanced into the bathroom off the kitchen. “No one.”