Chapter 17

With one flick of Studmuffin's tail, Jake's front door closed behind us.

Travis immediately dropped to his hands and knees and powered on the flashlight app on his phone.

"What are you doing?" I asked, barely a whisper.

He pointed right through the living room toward the back kitchen wall. "We don't want to be visible through that window."

"Through that very open window." I shot a glare at Studmuffin, but he'd conveniently disappeared again.

Sighing, I dropped next to Travis, using his light to scan the house.

"They really like furniture here," he muttered.

No joke. Bookcases, end tables, a desk, a TV stand, couches, and chairs crowded end to end around the perimeter of the living room, minus the three hallways and the front door. The effect made the room much smaller than I expected.