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TRACY: saw a news story and wondering if you're okay
Even as she stared at the screen on her phone, she had a feeling that she wasn't going to get a response any time soon.
Honestly, she didn't know what to think about that.
CHAPTER 13
JACK
There was something about working without fifty pounds of heavy gear on.
Sure the boots were heavy as fuck, but she wore the same kind of boots most days, so it wasn't that big of a deal.
She walked up the front steps of the house and onto the porch, keeping her stride to someone out for a stroll. She didn't see any cameras. Nothing on the door and nothing above in the rafters.
Although she wasn't sure the wood up there would support even a little one if they tried.
The windows were dirty, although it looked like someone had made an effort to clean it.
From what she read, Carly was a single mom.
Sure her scum of a boyfriend... on and off again when he wasn't in prison for one charge or another... came by every once in a while, Jack doubted that the asshole ever did any chores around the house if he wasn't nagged into it. The type of guy he was didn't stick around for chores.
He wasn't even in the 'love em and leave em' category.
She bet he only stuck around because he was hiding out or too damn lazy to do much more than shit and piss and stuff his damn face.
Oh, Jacklyn Marie,she heard her mother's voice in her head,that's enough.
Get out of my head, mom.
A moment before she rang the doorbell, Jack spoke loud enough for the team to hear her. "All right, fellas. Here we go."
She rang the bell and listened for it inside the house.
If someone was alive in there, they heard it. It was loud and shrill. It sounded like they'd wired the fire alarm to the doorbell.
Even if she was dead inside, she felt like she would have been resurrected by the scream of that doorbell.
In their case, it was likely a good thing.
The front room was empty of people.
She could see that since the curtains weren't closed at all in the front room.
She gave it a twenty count before she muttered under her breath. "And again."
She pressed the doorbell and held it longer this time, hating the sound with a passion.
She gave it a few seconds after she let go before she knocked on the door this time.
"Carly! Carly! Come and open the door!"
She put a little bit of a whine into it.
Knocking again before she gave the door a kick.
"Darlene sent me over to pick up the money you owe her!"
