When we get to our place, Hardin puts his key in the lock, then asks me, “Did you forget to lock the door?” At first I don’t realize what he’s asked, but then I recover and reply, “No, you locked it. I remember.” I watched him lock the door before we left; I remember how he rolled his eyes and made a joke about me taking too long to get ready. “That’s weird,” he says, and steps inside. His eyes scan the room like he’s searching for something. “Do you think—” I start. “Someone was in here,” he answers, becoming instantly alert as he presses his mouth into a hard line.
Oh good another distraction
