A shadow moved across the second-floor hallway.
Fast.
Too fast to identify.
Trigger swore.
“Oh hell no.”
The footsteps thundered overhead.
Toward the back of the house.
Toward Flick’s old bedroom.
My pulse went lethal instantly.
Because suddenly I knew.
The box.
“Hersh—”
“I know.”
I moved fast.
Up the stairs two at a time.
Wolf right behind me.
Trigger covering below.
The old wooden staircase shook under our boots as thunder exploded outside again.
The hallway upstairs stretched ahead in darkness.
Lightning flashed.
A figure slammed into the far bedroom door.
Male.
Black hoodie.
Tall.
The second he saw us?—
he ran.
“STOP!” Wolf barked.
The guy crashed through the bedroom window instead.
Glass exploded outward.
Flick screamed downstairs.
