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“I guess it’s your turn then, huh?”
“Girl, no.”
“We’re totally going to find you a pretty lil woman to love on,” Addy intoned.
I wanted to ask what the issue had been with her and Zane but they seemed to have worked it out for the time being. Trix was not someone I would be having that discussion in front of. I trusted her to have my back, not keep a secret.
After a few more minutes of standing on the curb, Zane and Maliki reappeared, waving us forward.
We headed up the drive, up the steps, and entered the house, shutting and locking the door behind us.
“Whoa,” I mumbled, looking around.
The place was freakishly clean, and much nicer on the inside than the out. Not a single spec of dust or lint lingered anywhere in sight. Whoever had furnished it made sure they had the best of the best.
“That’s gorgeous,” Addy sighed, staring up at the chandelier above us.
“We have those too.”
“Ours are dark and satanic, this one is glass,” she retorted. “You find anything?” she asked Zane and Maliki.
“We didn’t do an extensive search we just wanted to make sure it was clear. But, there is something you should see.” Zane grabbed her hand and began leading her past the staircase centered in the foyer.
“Come on.” Maliki nodded after them.
We followed, going down a hall that ended with a door straight ahead, and another on the right. One was as regular as a door could be; the other was affixed with a thick black lock, some kind I had never seen before.
“The only way past that is to break the door down,” Maliki explained.
“So what’s stopping you?” Trix asked.
“I was getting to that. If we break it down and there does happen to be some alarm I would assume this would trigger it. Maybe we should search the rest of the house first.”
“No,” Addy objected. “That could be a waste of time and we have no idea when whoever lives here is coming back and with whom. We need to get in this room first, and then if we have time we search.”
I nodded in agreement. “No one puts a lock on something unless they’ve got something to protect or something to hide.”
“Alright then.” Zane rolled his shoulders. “Clear the area.”
“Seriously?”
We all stepped back, giving him ample room to get to the door without drop kicking us in the process.
There was a loud bang as his boot met the wood, splintering it. His second kick knocked the entire thing damn near off its hinges. He and Maliki used their hands for the rest, pulling the door apart chunk by chunk until a section around the lock remained.
If there was an alarm it was silent because nothing happened. No beep, click, whir—nothing.
“Holy shit,” Zane muttered, stepping into the room. “Come here, princess.” He held a hand out, helping Addy over the last pieces of wood.
Trix and went, and I trailed after with Maliki’s urging. He stepped through behind me, resting a hand on my hip.
“Think they were protecting whatever is in here or hiding it?” Maliki asked.
“Both,” Addy and I answered at the same time.
I wasn’t sure what to make of all we were seeing. There was a large circular desk with three monitors atop of it, all powered on and set with a screensaver of a weeping angel with a cross behind her.
On the wall the desk was facing, was a projector screen with the word A.R.C displayed in green letters. Bookshelves lined one wall behind a roundtable that was littered with papers.
