Not even a second later, thunder boomed so loud, it made her jump. As protective as Otis was, he was a big scaredy-cat when it came to thunderstorms. Decker stuck his head inside the apartment and called out, “Otis, come!” Nothing moved. Roxi shoved the suitcase toward Decker. “You carry this down, I’ll check under the bed.” Decker laughed. “Under the bed?” Roxi gave Decker a stern look. “Don’t judge.” Her lips twitched. “Otis is a big baby when it comes to storms.” Decker went down the stairs while Roxi reentered the apartment and searched every nook and cranny, which didn’t take long in the small space. Worry settled in the middle of her chest. Decker arrived at the top of the stairs as Roxi pulled the door close. “He’s not in the apartment.”
