the ceiling. He stood on the sofa and reached up, quickly fitting the small listening device in the plastic housing of the smoke detector. It was voice-activated, with a battery life of several days. He stepped down off the sofa and moved through to the hallway. The landline sat on the table, its red charging light glowing in the dark. As he reached out to take the handset from its cradle, the floorboards creaked, and he froze. He moved quickly through a doorway opposite the bannister; an empty room filled with junk. She creaked past him, heavy-footed, to the kitchen. The light came on; he
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