Chapter 34

Instinct began to bark orders in Lyle’s ear. Not danger. Pain! Fear. Forward—go quickly!

Lyle dropped the key. It was still clinking merrily against the entrance tiles as he sprinted through the foyer and into the lower level. The townhouse was in darkness, the drapery still dragging and gusting from the open windows, and the scent of urine was strong enough that Lyle had to shake his head.

“H-help me, oh, please…”

The voice was so quiet that Lyle didn’t think a normal human would have heard it. It was weak. It was exhausted. It was…“Mrs. Connor!”

He tore up the stairs to the main level, gripping the banister with suddenly slick palms and taking the steps two at a time. The area still smelled of food and coffee, but the sharp odor of urine grew exponentially. “Mrs. Connor?” Lyle hollered. “Mary? Are—”

“Lyle? Lyle, is that you?”

Newborn kittens could not have sounded as pathetically vulnerable as Mrs. Connor did.