Page 66 of Deadly Revenge

“More like a lifetime.” Max rubbed the back of his neck. “I feel like an idiot.”

“Now you know how I felt this morning.”

“I wasn’t trying to one-up you,” he said with a dry laugh.

She laughed with him as she turned into her drive and killed the engine. Her gaze slid to the house, and her breath caught in her chest. A man briefly appeared in her window.

Her attacker was back!

Jenna jerked the car door open. She flicked away the strap over her gun and jumped out. Max yelled for her to stop. She ignored him and raced to the steps, her gun drawn.

She glanced at the top of the front door. The tape was undisturbed, but she knew what she’d seen. Her heart pounded against her ribs. Jenna unlocked the door and pushed it open. “Police! Come out with your hands in the air.”

Silence. Behind her, Max ran up the steps. “What’s going on?”

“I saw someone in the window.”

Max nodded. “Left,” he said, keeping his voice low.

Jenna nodded. She slipped inside, hugging the wall on the left. Max was close behind her, going to the right.

They both swept their guns from side to side. The room was empty. She glanced at him. “Kitchen,” he mouthed.

Silently they moved through the dining room. When they saw that the kitchen was empty, they backtracked to the living room.

“What happened?” Concern darkened Max’s brown eyes.

“I saw a man in the front window.”

She scanned the living room to see if anything was missing, and her gaze landed on the family photos on the mantel. Granna’s photo had been moved ... at least, she thought it had been.

“You sure? I didn’t see anyone and there doesn’t appear to be anyone here now.” Max holstered his gun.

She bristled at the implication in his voice. “He was here.”

“Was the tape disturbed?”

Jenna shook her head, not trusting her voice. She’d seen someone in the window. She knew she had.

“You put tape on the back door, right?”

Without answering, she hurried out the front door and jogged to the back. That tape hadn’t been disturbed, either.

“I don’t understand. I know I saw someone—a man.”

“Can you describe him?”

“I only saw him for a second. He had his back to the window.”

They walked to the front of the house. “Could it have been a shadow?” Max asked. “The front of your house faces west, and the sun was against the window ... that creates shadows sometimes.”

A rock settled in her stomach. He didn’t believe her.

“I remember when I was a kid, thinking I saw someone in the attic of the house next door to us. Turned out to be an old hat box. Let’s go back to the truck and see if—”

“I don’t have to recreate the moment. I know what I saw.” It was Chattanooga all over again. She jutted her jaw. “He was about your height and had dark hair.”

Her face grew hot as Max studied her. Thatwaswhat she saw ... wasn’t it?

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