I was sorely tempted, but the idea of being alone in Holt’s house was a little weird, even though he clearly didn’t mind. What if, like, the Lizard Granny Mafia turned up expecting their protection payment for the month? What if houses inhabited by supernatural beings were infested by little gremlins that came out at night and licked everything or cobbled shoes? I didn’t really want Holt to come home and find me cowering in a corner defending myself with a broom.
