Page 104 of Master of My Life

floor above. The two of them pulled hard to open the door and Chase laughed. His closet was intact.

“I can’t believe it.” His clothes hung on the rods as if Mrs. Porter had just put them away that

morning. He pulled open some drawers and crouched down to look around. Nothing was ruined,

though smoke had seeped through the cracks and left its odor in his clothing.

“Well if this is okay, then maybe other areas are okay, too,” Casey said, raising his eyebrows.

The two men walked into the dark hallway and up the stairs to their storage and planning room. “I

thought I’d heard these things explode,” Chase said.

Casey shrugged. “Maybe not. It’s not above your bedroom.”

At the top of the stairs, the solid oak door was closed and locked. Chase fished the keys out of his

pocket and unlocked the door. They entered and looked around. “It’s all here. Nothing’s destroyed.”

Casey walked in further and opened a few cabinets, shaking his head. “I can’t believe it.” He

pulled out a rifle and studied it. “It’s not damaged.”

Chase blew out a breath, thankful. “Can you imagine what would have happened if it had

exploded?” He shuddered. He kept enough munitions in this room to destroy the block. “Not sure if I

want to keep them in the next house. Not with Sabrina there. But I don’t know where else they’d be

safe.”

“And you don’t want them far from you, either.”

“A reinforced room?”

“That might be doable. I can do some research if you’d like.”

Chase nodded. “I’d appreciate that.”

They walked back out the door and locked it, keeping it safe until they could retrieve their

supplies later, and went downstairs and outside. The bottom floor of his condo—the third floor of the

building—had been destroyed, as had the empty apartment below him. His bedroom had been

destroyed, but not the closet. “It’s weird.”

“Well, you said it was supernatural. That can explain lots of things.”

“I suppose.” He looked back at the blackened red stone building and ran his hands through his

hair. They circled around to the garage and opened it. His Land Rover was in good shape, too.

“Makes no sense.” They got in. “But I’m thankful.” He slid his hand over the dashboard. “I like this

car.”

Casey laughed. “It’s been through a lot.”

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