The night that Adrian Peters and Robert Jones were waiting in the kitchen when Adara and I arrived home had ended pretty interestingly. Malachi had heard them talking as soon as we walked into the garage. We had driven to the hotel instead, walked through reception and out of the back door. We used one of the hotel cars and drove to the den.
We had spent a few hours cleaning the basement, we scooped up all the ashes that were in the fire pit and scattered them as we drove back to the hotel. We walked out the front door again and into our car and headed home.
I pretended not to see them as we drove past them where they had tried to hide their car behind some bushes. They followed us back home and they watched the house for an hour before leaving.
After that night I had noticed Adrian Pet
