Page 52 of Endeavor

Ipull up to my house. The fact that my porch light is off is the first indicator that something isn’t right. I pull up my video doorbell app and check it. It went off about thirty minutes ago, but I can’t see anything unusual.

I call Rhett as I exit the car and walk toward my front door.

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Just keeping you on the phone because I have a feeling that something isn’t right.”

“Should I call the cops? Where are you?” he asks, his voice laced with concern.

“Home. I just got back from my mom’s house. She fucking set me up with Emma.”

Rhett laughs. “Did it work?”

“Yes, asswipe, it worked.”

“I fucking love your mom. So, what’s going on?”

“Porch light was out, and something triggered the video doorbell about thirty minutes ago, but I don’t see anything so far.”

As I say the words, I tap the app on my phone that turns on my indoor house lights and that’s when I see it. The front living room window has been smashed and so has the porch light.

“Fuck,” I grumble.

“What?”

“I have to call the cops. Someone broke my window.”

“Shit. Do you think they are inside?” he asks.

“I don’t know.”

“Go wait in your car and call them,” he says. “And then call me back.”

“K.” I hang up with Rhett and call the detective from the other night.

“Benson,” he answers.

“Hey, this is Grady Daniels.”

“Oh, hey. You remember anything else from the other night?”

“Uh, no, but I just got home, and my front porch light and window are smashed.”

“Shit. OK. I’m calling it in now. They’ll send a patrol car over. I’ll be there shortly. Don’t go inside and don’t touch anything.”

“I won’t.” I hang up and call Rhett back.

“This sucks!” I huff.

“I know, it really does. But at least you’re safe.”

“Whatever. I just don’t get it.”

“Dude, it’s some psycho. There’s nothing to get.”

“No, I mean, why all the craziness out of nowhere?”

“I don’t know. I’m texting Calvin right now. I haven’t heard when our meeting is with the security firm,” Rhett says.

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