She hoped he would be home, that his lights would be on and that he’d have a damned good explanation for where he’d been and what all this Alliance business was about. Marius parked the Jaguar along the curb beneath a large oak across from the well-kept bungalow, which had been built in the forties. But Cayman’s house sat in darkness. “Maybe he’s asleep. Or hurt,” she said, though she didn’t expect Marius to answer. He hadn’t said a word on the drive back across the bay. They slipped from the car and hurried toward the house. Sodium vapor lamps spaced few and far between cast long shadows on the large bushes of blooming hydrangeas flanking the front walk on either side of Cayman’s small porch. They bypassed the walk, soundlessly skirting around the side of the house toward the back. The gate in the tall fence opened easily. They followed a serpentine brick walkway, entered a small backyard and glanced in the windows as they passed but saw nothing. Xana approached the back door, took out her keys and opened it.
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