Detective Roth didn’t drive away as soon as I reached my front door. As I bent down to pick up my spare key that I usually kept under the doormat, I was horrified to discover that it wasn’t actually there. At first I was flabbergasted as to whom would’ve stolen my spare key, but then I realized Zacharias must’ve used it to get into my house. It would explain why there was no sign of a break in.
I looked back at Roth, but he wasn’t paying any attention to me. His eyes were glued to his rearview mirror, and at first I couldn’t understand why until I saw a mob full of the press running down the sidewalk toward my home. I was pretty sure their feet alone could create a gust of wind strong enough to blow my house in. It seemed aged since I last walked up the steps, creakier.
I felt my anxiety
