I returned home after work, at eleven, just as David and Luke came down the street. They looked worried, so of course I asked, “Did something more happen?”
“Not another murder,” Luke said. “But someone tried to break into our place.”
“And naturally you thought of me.”
“Good lord, no,” David instantly replied. “It’s just…It happened maybe fifteen minutes ago. We saw you drive up, and needed to tell somebody.”
“Did you call the cops?”
Luke sighed. “If I have to talk to one more of them…I know we should, but whoever it was didn’t make it inside and, hell, it might have been our imagination to start with.”
I unlocked the front door and invited them to come in, which they did. I put the box holding my new security system down on the coffee table before asking if they wanted a beer, or cof
