She looked distraught. She got out of the car and headed to the house through a

connecting door. She punched a keypad on the wall as she passed through. The

garage door came down, but not before Rogers was able to slip inside. He

skittered over to the door through which Myers had passed and listened at the

wood.

 

Heels clicked on tile. He heard a thump.

 

Her bag being dropped on the kitchen island?

 

Then the footsteps headed upstairs.

 

He waited another few seconds and then opened the door and slipped through.

 

The house was quiet, the first floor mostly dark. The only light was coming from

the hall leading to the second floor.

 

He saw her bag on one of the kitchen counters. He searched it but found nothing

of interest.

 

Rogers headed up the stairs. When he reached the top floor he heard the water

start up.

 

He counted down the bedrooms, passing the one where Davis and Quentin had

screwed each other’s brains out. Now that he had slept with Davis that memory