“Chase?”
No answer.
I walked around the side of the house.
“Chase?”
Still nothing.
Then I saw the garage.
The door was open.
I stopped.
That didn’t make sense. I’d never used the garage, and its only key stayed on a hook beside my kitchen door.
A few seconds later, Chase came jogging out.
The moment he saw me, he froze.
“I didn’t hear your truck.”
“I can tell.”
I looked past him into the garage.
“How did you get in there?”
“The door was open.”
“No, it wasn’t.”
“It was when I got here.”
I pulled the key from my pocket.
“I’ve had this with me all day.”
His eyes shifted toward the garage.
“It was hot. I just wanted somewhere cool to sit for a minute.”
That explanation was suspicious enough.
But then he said something worse.
“You keep it locked now?”
My stomach tightened.
