Page 406 of Rangers Unexpected Return

“Yes.”

“You're sure?”

“I'm a woman living alone with a six-year-old daughter. Yes, Cole. I'm sure my doors were locked.”

I ignore the bite in her voice.

“What kind of lock?”

“Deadbolt.”

“Keypad?”

“No. Regular key.”

“Any damage around it?”

“I didn't stop to check.”

“Good.”

Her eyebrows lift.

“You're praising me?”

“Don't get used to it.”

Havoc coughs into his fist.

I'm pretty sure he's hiding a laugh.

I don't care.

“How did you know someone was inside?”

“I heard the door close.”

“Then?”

“Footsteps.”

“How many people?”

“One at first.”

“At first?”

Her fingers tighten around the coffee mug Doc put in front of her.

“I heard another voice outside.”

Male.

My jaw locks.

“You saw either of them?”

“One.”