Fear gripped her as the unit took stock of her father’s room, signifying that it was clear. They didn’t have far to go. Bruce’s room was right to the left of his in the next corner. Literally five steps from the threshold of her father’s room.
Renee counted it out as they moved, sounding like a whole pack was in her parent’s house.
… How many people?
… How many…
Her eyesight closed in on her, darkening an already dark room.
“Clear,” a voice grumbled to the rest of them while someone swore in whispers.
“Have an evidence team sweep through here, pronto,” someone else added.
A chirp on his radio confirmed, freaking her out further.
Had she had a chance to run, to climb, to get out, she’d have taken it, but fear froze her in place.
The bathroom door slammed against the closet ri
