Chapter 3

At the front of the house were two living rooms, both as clean and empty as the kitchen. He didn’t stop to take stock of the expensive furniture or the fact that enough entertainment equipment lined one wall to put a frat house to shame. A third door demanded his attention. Located next to a downstairs toilet, it was the only one that was shut, and when he tested the cold handle, an unexpected static shock almost made him jerk back.

He pulled the door open, realizing a moment too late that if there’d been fingerprints for police to find, they were gone now. Heat billowed out to greet him, and he had to blink twice to clear his vision.

“Holy shit,” he muttered as his surroundings sank in.