Whispers reached her ears and she slowed, placed her hand on her gun and approached the cracked door. Who would be whispering? Nick? Lindsey? She gave the door a gentle shove, and it opened without a sound. The whispering continued. Peeking around the doorjamb, she saw Nicholas at his desk, head in his hands, Bible open in front of him. But he wasn’t reading. He was whispering. Prayers. Heart thumping, Carly removed her hand from her gun. Not wanting to intrude on his privacy, she stepped back. The floor creaked, and Nick’s head shot up. Tears glistened in his eyes, and he quickly blinked them away. Carly raised a hand. “I’m sorry, Nick, I came to talk to you, and when I saw you—” she motioned toward the Bible “—I was trying to back off without disturbing you.” Nick shook his head. “It’s all right, Carly. Come on in.” Still hesitating, she waited until he waved her in a second time. Making her way into the study, she took a good look around her. She’d been in this room when she’d done sweeps of the house, but now she paid more attention to the details.
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