The only thing slowing Grey down on his morning run was his thirty-nine-year-old knees. He ran to stay in shape, but he also used the time alone to process random thoughts that needed to find a home. It also allowed him to learn the typical morning routines of his neighbors and the model of every car parked in the driveways. Nothing escaped his survey. On that morning, he had a difficult time clearing his mind and taking mental notes on daily activity along his route. The two women in the house were the primary reason. Trying to understand why Kate was being both elusive and welcoming took up a majority of his thoughts. Abby in the pool took up the rest. All thoughts of them disappeared when he saw the unmarked police cruiser parked at the front. Grey picked up his pace while removing the cell phone from his pack. He looked down on the screen and saw no missed calls or messages. He stowed his phone and removed the remote to open the pedestrian gate located beside the larger vehicle entrance.
