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“What was that?” He squinted as if he hadn’t heard correctly.
Andi swallowed hard. “If someone has never killed before, there are usually smaller wounds to indicate that the killer may have questioned his actions. I didn’t see those on Craig.”
He narrowed his eyes even more. “How do you know that?”
She willed her gaze not to show too much. “Like I said earlier—TV shows. True crime podcasts. Things like that. Of course.”
She was rambling.
“You’re right,” he conceded, nodding slowly. “There were no hesitation marks. But I’ll be careful. We can’t just stand here if there’s a killer outside. What do you want to do—wait him out? I know how that will end. You have your gun, right?”
Andi forced her gaze to meet his, and she nodded. “I do.”
“Use it if you have to.”
She grabbed it from her waistband and gripped it with one hand.
Just in case.
With one more glance at her, Duke threw the door open, gun drawn.
Andi held her breath as she waited for someone to attack him.
But it didn’t happen.
“Who’s out there?” he called.
Did that ever work? Did killers actually respond?
Then again, Andi supposed Duke wasn’t waiting for the killer to speak up. Only someone who was innocent would.
She had a feeling that wasn’t the case right now.
* * *
Duke took another step, his muscles bristled and ready for action.
Where had those noises come from?
He saw nothing.
But he wasn’t ready to walk away from this yet.
Instead, he paced down the steps, ignoring the blind cold around him as torrents of snow pounded the landscape.
Then he paused.
“What are you doing?” Andi called from the doorway.
He didn’t answer.
His gaze zeroed in on the footprints in front of him.
A new set.
A set that hadn’t been there when they’d arrived.
His spine pinched.
