Chapter 12

“I don’t see him,” Nathan admitted, “but he has to be around here somewhere. Look, we’ll get a good look around, make sure there’s nothing funny going on, and if we still don’t find any sign of this Sasha, we’ll bail. Okay?”

Jim’s frown deepened, but instead of moving to leave, he stepped forward to bypass Nathan completely, taking point en route to the bedroom.

“Hey, stay behind me,” Nathan hissed, wedging himself in front of Jim. He heard the huff Jim released at that, but ignored it. He was the one with the gun, after all.

The hallway was narrow, the bathroom coming up first on their left—empty—leaving the bedroom as the last unchecked area of the apartment. It was obvious as they approached the end of the hallway that whatever crime occurred here, the worst of it had happened in the bedroom. That was where the most residual yellow tape was shimmering at them like giant strips of highlighter markings.