Chapter 113

I leave Sylvana’s, not realizing how late in the evening it is, and let myself into the house, the entrance hall is in complete darkness, so I clap my hands to switch on the lights.

Jake and his gadgets.

It’s eerily quiet and peaceful in here now I can see my hall minus a lot of tools and mess and protective sheeting. I blink around appreciatively, place my bag on the uncovered side unit, and sigh with annoyance when I notice that damn crowbar. From here, you can spot it between the rails. The workman who left it on the stairs in the first place obviously hadn’t realized that Jake had moved it, so here it is still in my house, hanging halfway up my banister where Jake left it.

Every other tool in the place is gone, just not that. Given the color of the vertical dark metal railings, it’s easy to miss a crowbar hanging dejectedly beside them; similar in color, it would be easy to slip from eyesight at every other angle in the house but this one.

I head for the