“Not much of a guard,” Gav whispered. “I know. But he’s such a sweetheart and truly loves his job. It’s not like we get a lot of excitement around here.” Gav’s eyebrows shot up. “Okay,” I amended, “we get some.” We rode the elevator in silence. Gav studied the digital readout as we made our way up. I wondered what he was thinking. When we arrived at my floor, the first thing I noticed was that Mrs. Wentworth’s door was shut. I was about to comment, when I noticed something else. Mine wasn’t. I started to point, but Gav was already pushing me behind him. He reached under his jacket and slid out his gun, creeping forward. Silently, he signaled for me to move far, far back in the hall. I knew not to make a sound, so I mouthed, “Be careful,” to his back. He nudged the door open wider, leading the way with his semi-automatic. He didn’t call out the way police do on TV shows. Instead he surveyed what he could see carefully, then disappeared inside. I’d been holding my breath, but it wasn’t until little sparkles began to dance in front of my eyes that I realized it.
