Breakaway (A Gail Mccarthy Mystery)
“I climbed out of my truck after cracking the windows for Roey. I'd taken the little dog with me; I often felt happier when she was by my side during night calls.
Flashlight in hand, I approached the house through the kitchen garden. The Dutch door stood open.
"Nico," I called.
No answer.
I walked into the kitchen.
"Nico. Are you there?" Still no answer. No one in the main room, either, though the lights were on. Only the silent paintings, brilliant on the white walls. Now wh...at?
"Nico!" I called again, louder. No response. Should I look in the bedroom? It seemed like an unwarranted invasion of her privacy. And yet.
That open door ...
I turned and walked back through the house, out into the garden, back toward the barn. No lights on there. A gibbous moon illuminated the night as I walked toward the barn, showing me the dark shape of the building, throwing shadows under the apple tree.MoreLess
Flashlight in hand, I approached the house through the kitchen garden. The Dutch door stood open.
"Nico," I called.
No answer.
I walked into the kitchen.
"Nico. Are you there?" Still no answer. No one in the main room, either, though the lights were on. Only the silent paintings, brilliant on the white walls. Now wh...at?
"Nico!" I called again, louder. No response. Should I look in the bedroom? It seemed like an unwarranted invasion of her privacy. And yet.
That open door ...
I turned and walked back through the house, out into the garden, back toward the barn. No lights on there. A gibbous moon illuminated the night as I walked toward the barn, showing me the dark shape of the building, throwing shadows under the apple tree.MoreLess
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