Page 20 of Frosty the Biker

“Stop worrying. It will be fine,” he assured me as he slid the key in the lock and turned it.

The door creaked as he swung it wide and I cringed, then looked up and down the street again.

“Come on,” he encouraged as he entered the uninhabited home.

When no one rose an alarm, I hurried inside after him. I squeaked when I caught our reflections in the mirror at the end of the entry way. I thought there was someone there at first.

He chuckled as he closed the door and reached for the light switch.

“Oh my God! Don’t turn on a light!”

“No electricity,” he said when the light didn’t come on.

I gave a sigh of relief.

Thanks to all the windows, there was actually enough light from the moon that night to see clearly. He started to move through the empty house. The polished hardwood floors shone, though they bore the scars of years of use. The house was old, that’s for sure, but mostly well kept.

The kitchen could use an overhaul, and the layout was a bit odd due to the obvious additions over the years. It wasn’t too bad though. Yet, I bet this house was still worth a pretty penny. I thought about looking it up on Zillow to see if it was for sale or if it was maybe just between renters.

We wandered room-to-room and even went down to the main floor to find built-in bookcases galore throughout which screamed to my little bookend heart. There was a plethora of fireplaces in the house as well. If I counted correctly, there were five bedrooms, three full baths, and two half baths. There was a ton of storage space. It was crazy.

“Whose house is this? And why did that guy give us a key?” I asked in a hushed tone full of awe.

“No clue,” he quietly replied and started back upstairs.

I quickly followed.

He went into the bedroom that we assumed was the master since it was the only one with its own connected bathroom. Of course, he went to check it out since we had only glanced in the room before. Then he stuck his head in the closet. “Hey, there’s a safe in here!”

“No way,” I said as I peeked around him to see. Sure enough, there was a metal wall safe that looked like it must’ve had a big full-length mirror in front of it at one time. At least, that was my guess by the shape of the discoloration of the paint around it. Unless it was ahugepiece of art.

“How much you wanna bet this little key opens it?” He held up the smaller key triumphantly.

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea to go digging in someone’s safe,” I cautioned.

He snorted. “We’re already in here. I was given both keys. Besides, it’s unlikely there’s anything in it. There’s nothing here besides those massive mirrors over the fireplaces.”

Nervous, I wrapped my arms around myself and glanced over my shoulder.

Dalton was already inserting the key when I looked back toward him. My heart thudded against my ribcage and a chill ran down my spine. When a light breeze blew against my cheek, I jumped forward and grabbed his arm.

He grinned down at me, then opened the safe.

It appeared he was right. It was empty.

“Wait!” He stood up on his tiptoes and pulled an envelope from the top shelf.

We both froze when we saw what it said.

Last Will And Testamentwas printed on the worn paper.

“We can’t open that!” I spat out as I grabbed for it as he turned it over.

He waved it in front of my face. “It’s already open. It was never sealed, just folded in.”

“Oh Jesus. We’re gonna get in so much trouble,” I muttered as he pulled the flap free, and I held a hand to my forehead. “I have a child! And a nursing license to protect. What are we doing?”

“Ryian, you need to live a little,” he teased.

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