No cars. No movement. Not a single police siren or flashing light. Where the hell are the cops? It’d taken him at least ten minutes to get there. He’d been driving down the coast, letting his thoughts drift to Holly and things he shouldn’t. Then she’d texted and flipped everything upside down. He checked his watch. Any law enforcement department worth a damn should have gotten someone there by now. Maybe that was part of the problem. In a tiny town like Midnight Cove, there wasn’t much in the way of police. Or fire. Or EMTs. They had to get more calls about cats stuck in trees than burglars doing a smash and grab in a mansion. They probably figured it was teenagers out for some fun. Not a possible killer. Trent eased the glove box open and pulled out his backup pistol. Always be prepared. That’d been his motto since boot camp. He flicked off the safety and surveyed the front of the property. No sign of anyone. Didn’t mean they weren’t there. He swung the door open and slipped to the ground.
