“This might be a tool mark here on the frame.”
“Whoever it was, they were definitely trying to get in. He was crouched over here, and there was a scratching sound.”
“I’m sure he was trying to pop the slider off the track when you interrupted him. Amateur,” he mutters the last to himself.
“I yelled,” I say. My voice is small. “I told him I’d called for help. I…I had a knife.” I gesture vaguely at the table where I dropped it. “I think I scared him off.”
Ridge stands. He looks down at me.
“You absolutely scared him off.”
“I’m lucky.”
“Yes.”
“Who do you think it was?” I ask. “Was it the guy from the store?”
“I don’t know.” He slides the door closed behind him and locks it. “I’ll know more tomorrow. I’ll get someone from my team to pull the camera footage from this building. They’ll go over it with a fine-tooth comb.”
“Do you think they’ll find something?”
He shrugs. “There are plenty of dark spots in and around this building, but you never know. Maybe we’ll get lucky. Do you know of anyone who might have targeted you?”
I shake my head. “No…not at all. I think this whole thing is insane. Up until you showed up, everything was fine. Not that I’m blaming you. It’s just a coincidence, that’s all.”
He makes a noise like he isn’t buying it.
“Don’t you want to come inside?”
He nods and follows me, looking like he’s deep in thought.
I turn the light on, and we stop just short of the kitchen.
Then he looks around, his eyes narrowing.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” he asks.
“I…um…I didn’t invite him over.”
“Why not? I thought we agreed that you would call him and ask him to stay over.”
“Well, I…I um…”
What the hell should I tell him?
“You need to tell me, Robyn. We had an agreement. I wanted to stay over to ensure your safety, but you declined. You said you would invite your boyfriend. Did he turn you down? Who is this asshole?”
Shit! What now? Do I keep lying?
I can’t!
“I…um…you see…I don’t have a boyfriend,” I finally blurt.
His jaw tightens, and his eyes turn stormy.
