What If You & Me (Say Everything #2) - Roni Loren Page 0,25

every closet and every nook where a person could hide.

Christina had pointed out Andi’s big stack of horror DVDs and her shelves of scary novels and true-crime books. “Not into the lighthearted, Ms. Lockley?”

“Horror’s my job,” Andi had said, a little bite to the words. When they made it back to the kitchen, Andi let out an audible breath. “I don’t see anything missing. Maybe I scared them off before they could get anything.”

“Or maybe you just spooked yourself,” Christina said in an offhanded tone. “It happens. I know when I watch scary stuff, I hear noises that aren’t there.”

“Chris—” Hill started to call her out on the patronizing tone, but Andi got there first.

“I know what I heard,” Andi said, tone polite but sharp. “I know what I felt. And I didn’t imagine my door being open.”

Brody nodded and jotted a few more notes. “If someone did get in, they probably didn’t have long. Your phone’s right there by the fridge. That would’ve been an easy grab. Your purse was out front. You either scared them off or the door wasn’t latched correctly.”

“Or someone was breaking in to do something worse than theft,” Andi said grimly. “I’m a woman living alone.”

The thought of some creep sneaking around Andi’s place made Hill’s fingers clench into fists. “I’ll have the locks changed and get an extra dead bolt installed in the morning.”

Brody snapped his notebook shut. “Yeah. An extra dead bolt is never a bad idea—maybe an alarm, too.” He put his hand out to Andi. “Ms. Lockley, you let us know if you find anything missing or see anything suspicious.”

“I will. Thank you,” Andi said, her face drawn and tired as she shook Brody’s hand and then Christina’s. “I appreciate y’all checking everything out.”

“Of course,” Christina said.

Brody smiled a genial smile. “The good news is you have Dawson living next door.” He clapped Hill on the shoulder. “So even though it doesn’t feel that way right now, you’re probably in the safest house on the block. He can be a grumpy dude, but I’d trust this guy to have my back any day.”

Hill snorted.

Andi’s gaze slid Hill’s way. “Yeah, I was lucky to have him here tonight.”

“I was glad to help,” he said, meaning it. “Anytime.”

Christina and Brody said their goodbyes, and Hill walked them out, stepping outside on the porch with them for a moment, closing the door behind himself. Brody glanced out at the darkened street. “We did have a break-in not too far from here last month, about four blocks over. Took a laptop and an Xbox. If there was someone here tonight, my guess is it’s something like that. Probably thought no one was home and could make a quick grab.”

“I’m going to get an alarm installed,” Hill said.

Christina crossed her arms. “I don’t know. If someone were here to steal, they would’ve taken the phone at least. Your neighbor seems like a sweet enough girl, but I think she freaked herself out. All that horror shit will make you jumpy.” She cocked a brow. “Or maybe she just wanted to knock on your door in the middle of the night. She looks like she could be a bit of a drama queen—you know, with the hair and the nose ring and all.”

Hill scoffed. “A drama queen?”

Christina had always been particularly tough on women who showed a lot of emotion. She’d been raised with brothers and thought an ironclad poker face was next to godliness. Andi’s unedited, messy reactions wouldn’t compute for her.

Christina shrugged. “She seems like someone who would enjoy being the center of attention. The whole damsel-in-distress routine, you know?”

Hill’s jaw clenched. “Andi thought someone had broken into her house. I think she has the right to be dramatic over that. She didn’t leave her door unlocked. She’s the careful type. She was legitimately terrified.”

Brody ran a hand over the back of his neck. “Yeah, the lady looks scared. Go talk to her and reassure her she’s safe. And if anything turns up missing, tell her to give us a call.”

“Will do.” Hill shook Brody’s hand. “Thanks for coming out.”

“Anytime.”

Christina nodded instead of offering a handshake. Fine by him.

When Hill went back inside, Andi was standing in the middle of her living room, arms hugged to her chest, looking around like she was in a foreign place.

He ran a hand over the back of his head. “You okay?”

Andi turned to him, posture tight, guarded. “That female officer thought I was imagining things.” Her chin