Chapter 2That evening, Devon was woken once more by the sound of water running, and as he rolled over in bed, he noticed the bathroom light was on.
“That does it,” he mumbled.
Whatever this was, he intended to nip it in the bud.
He opened the drawer of his bedside table and took out the heavy-duty flashlight he kept there for emergencies. He wanted it not for its illuminating qualities, but for its heft. Gripping it in his right hand, he crept to the bathroom, slowing as he approached. He raised the flashlight over his head, ready to bring it down on anyone he should find, though just as he was about to pounce, the light went out and something brushed by him.
He gasped; his eyes were wide and his heart was thudding so hard his ears were filled with a dull pounding.
Determined to solve
