CHAPTER 11CALEB FORCED HIS ACHING MUSCLES to carry him the few yards across the garage to the mattress in the makeshift hideout the woman had set up. But it only took him about three seconds to realize something wasn’t right. First, the blankets that had hung around the mattress were parted, just slightly, but enough that he knew they weren’t how he’d left them. He approached slowly, listening for the sound of someone shifting on the mattress. Nothing. He listened closer. Not a single noise, not even the quiet intake and exhale of breath. There was no one else in the room, he was sure of it. His senses would have given him some clue, some prickle of danger. But just as he was certain there was no one else in the garage now, he was equally as sure there had been someone in the room not long
