Lucas woke Celia when they reached her house. She didn’t remember falling asleep, but she wasn’t surprised. She felt emotionally wrung out from the day. Lucas walked her to the door but told her he had to cover a patrol shift.
She kissed him softly, lingering just long enough to draw warmth from his presence before stepping inside. The familiar scent of pine, earth, and Harold’s aftershave wrapped around her like a blanket. For a moment, she stood in the entryway, letting the quiet comfort of home settle over her.
“Cece?” Harold’s voice drifted from the living room.
She followed the sound and found him sitting in his favorite chair, reading glasses perched on the end of his nose, a book in his hands. When he saw her, he immediately set it aside and stood. “How was it? Did you find him?”
