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found out that she'd left her side arm lying around loaded. Of course, if the captain were involved in this mess, he'd be happy she had. D.J. shook her head against the thought. She couldn't believe her by-the-book captain had turned into a criminal, nor Lou, her closest friend in Lakeview. It made her sick that she'd felt even a moment's distrust for people she'd once trusted with her life. But she wasn't talking about just her life now; she had another life to worry abouta life that meant more to her than her own ever had. |
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D.J. continued to stare at the cabin, looking for a sign of movement to indicate whether anyone lurked within the building. Nothing moved. Finally, when she could stand the suspense no longer, D.J. made her way around the cabin, staying in the shadows of the trees until she reached the back door. |
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The door stood open, revealing a deserted kitchen. D.J. ran up to the house, breathing a sigh of relief when no gunfire answered her actions. She crept through the open doorway and peered around the wall between the kitchen and the living room. The fading light from the windows revealed an empty roomempty now, but not empty for long. Whoever had invaded her father's house had come looking for something. |
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The furniture lay upended, stuffing spilling from the slashed pillows on the couch. The bookcases rested on their sides, the books spread across the floor. The place looked like McCall's house after it had been ransacked. |
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