Chapter 8: An Innocent CupDavid pushed down the door handle, unsure of what sound it would make—it didn’t make any. He took off his shoes and began to creep up the stairs. People should learn to lock their doors. He shook his head at their stupidity.
The problem with old houses was that the stairs always creaked. In his house he knew where they did—not that it always helped when he got too eager. He frowned at how careless he’d been earlier and concentrated on the stairs, avoiding the middle of each step and keeping his feet as close to the wall as he could. He moved at a slow, calm pace. All his movements, even his heartbeats, were quiet and steady.
He was only going to have a look, make some estimations. There was no harm in that, and if Jett woke—well, he’d just have to deal with it i
