She's Positive. Delores Fossen

on Danielle. She looked pale and uneasy. “Yes, we’re safe.” But that was for her benefit. He had no idea if that was even true.

      Colin hung up and made a note of the time of the call because when this was all said and done, he’d need to do a thorough report.

      Danielle stood, her hand gripping the sofa. “I need to go to the bathroom. I won’t be long.”

      “Wait. Let me check the place first.” He’d done a cursory, but if she was going in there, he wanted to be as sure as he could be.

      Colin stepped in ahead of her. He looked in the medicine cabinet, the linen closet and around the toilet area. The shower was massive, built for two, and he examined the sprayer head and the knobs. Nothing dangerous there. It all looked clean.

      Danielle was still in the doorway, but he didn’t miss it when her grip tightened on the frame. He also didn’t miss that she’d gotten even paler.

      “What’s wrong?” And by God, this time he would get an answer.

      He walked toward her but only made it one step. Before he heard the sound.

      A thump.

      Colin stopped. Listened. Danielle listened, too, turning in the direction of the sound. It’d come from the living area, and Colin brushed past her to see if he could find the source.

      Another thump.

      This one, louder than the first.

      Even though it was a risk if Boyd had visual access, Colin drew his gun and positioned himself in front of Danielle.

      The third thump was more of a bashing sound.

      And that’s when Colin knew.

      Someone was breaking in.