Abby took a steadying breath before she knocked on Olivia Rodgers’s door. The hallway smelled faintly of disinfectant and old carpet, the overhead lights buzzing softly. Lucas was waiting outside the building, pacing near the curb, and it had taken everything Abby had to convince him not to come inside. She’d argued that there wasn’t any immediate danger lurking in a residential hallway. Plus, if Olivia decided to report Abby to the council, Lucas wouldn’t get dragged into it.
The knock echoed louder than Abby expected.
There was a shuffling sound inside. Footsteps. Something bumping into furniture. Abby positioned herself just out of sight of the peephole, angling her body the way Lucas had taught her. If someone couldn’t see you clearly, curiosity often outweighed caution.
It worked.
