“Found the cat,” Cullen says cheerfully. “She’s under the bed, hiding.”
“Oh, thank God,” Sarah says on a sigh. “That’s the most important thing.”
“There’s no one in there,” Hawk continues. “And we can’t tell if anything is out of place until you come in with us.”
“Let’s go.” Sarah immediately sets off for her place, marching with purpose.
Luna and I hang back. “It’s already kind of cramped in there,” she says. “They don’t need us getting in the way.”
“I’m installing security first thing in the morning, and until then, they’ll stay with me.”
Luna cocks an eyebrow. “You might want to askherif that’s what she wants to do.”
I wipe my hand over my mouth in frustration. “She’ll damn well do it, Luna.”
Before she can argue with me, the three of them come out of the house, Sarah holding the cat firmly in her arms.
“Well?” I ask. “Is anything gone?”
“I don’t think so,” Sarah replies. “There’s nothing out of place. They didn’t toss my stuff around or anything.”
“We got some prints,” Cullen adds. “We’ll run them, see if they belong to anyone that wasn’t supposed to be here, but it looks to me like the wind pushed the door open.”
“Impossible,” Sarah murmurs, shaking her head. “IknowI closed it tightly.”
“Without a camera set up, we can’t know for sure.” Cullen turns to me. “Do you have cameras out here on this building? It might have caught something.”
“Actually, I do. I haven’t done the same for the guesthouse because I didn’t want to infringe on the tenant’s privacy, but there are about to be some changes there.”
I pull my phone out of my pocket and bring up the security app. We spend the next twenty minutes combing through footage, and then we see it.
“There,” Hawk says, pointing at the screen. “They tried to stay out of camera range, but those are tires.”
“And feet,” I agree grimly, and watch as feet walk around the car but then disappear.
“They’re in there for about ten minutes,” Cullen says when we see the feet return, get into the car, and drive away.
“Do you recognize the shoes?” I ask Sarah, but she’s already shaking her head no.
“They could be on a manora woman,” she says slowly, leaning in to get a better look. “It’s kind of grainy.”
“It’s just sneakers and jeans,” I mutter in disgust. “She’s right. I can’t tell if it’s a man or woman.”
“Well, at least we know that it was a person and not the wind,” Luna says brightly, and then deflates when we all glance her way. “I’m trying to look on the bright side.”
“We have the prints,” Cullen says. “And we’ll monitor the area closely. It was probably random. You’re tucked back in here, where no one can really see what’s happening from the street, so it doesn’t surprise me that you’d be a target, but we don’t usually have much B&E in Huckleberry Bay.”
“Just call us if you need anything else, or if you think of something that might help,” Hawk adds before the officers walk to their cruiser and leave.
Just then, Wolfe and Zeke drive up and hurry out of their vehicle toward us.
“What did they say?” Wolfe demands as he pulls his fiancée into his arms. “Just the wind?”
“No,” I reply, my jaw set in grim lines. “There was someone here. Right before I got home from work.”
“But you caught them on camera, right?” Zeke asks. He’s Wolfe’s business partner and best friend, and has quickly become a friend to all of us.
I simply shake my head. “Not a clear shot, no. I’ll have security installed tomorrow, including cameras. In the mean time, you and Petunia will stay with me.”