Ten
The BoxCecil's apartment looked more ominous in the dark. Dust particles swirled in the eerie glow from the flashlight as we stepped through the doorway. The faint scent of his cologne still hung in the air and made me wrinkle my nose.
“Do you smell that?” I said, wondering if it was real or something I imagined.
“What?”
“Never mind.” I pointed the light toward the bedroom. “Didn't we leave that door open?” The sealed entry triggered my imagination.
Beth sighed behind me and sharp words followed. “No, I closed it.”
Her impatient sigh did not go unnoticed. “What's the matter?”
“Aren't we going to the basement?”
There was no need to turn around, Beth's tone evoked an image of her standing with folded arms and pressed lips. Her glare penetrated the back of my skull.
This time I
