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coast was clear. At least that was what she thought he was doing, as they hadn’t come across anything threatening in any of the other homes they’d spent time in.
    A set of car keys, presumably for the Durango in the garage, hung from a hook fastened to the corridor wall on the opposite side of the door.
    Another huge crash of thunder pounded Emily’s eardrums. She heard Thor give a frightened yelp somewhere farther into thehouse, then the patter of his claws on tile before he skidded into the corridor and sprinted to join her. “It’s okay, baby. I’ll protect you from the nasty thunder,” she cooed to the frightened dog as she stroked him gently behind his ears.
    She stripped off the backpack and leaned it against the door to keep it open, then backtracked to the metal roll-up garage door, pulling it shut behind her. There was a dead bolt halfway up the door, and she threw that into place just to be on the safe side. With the area secured to her satisfaction, she picked up her backpack and moved off down the corridor into the main house. Rather than racing ahead as he usually would, Thor stayed pinned to Emily’s side, his ears flat against his head and his tail down almost between his legs.
    Her hand found its way to the strap of the Mossberg, and she slipped the shotgun into her hands. It would be easy to blame Thor’s uneasiness on the almost constant crash of the storm, but after her encounter at the store, she couldn’t be sure it wasn’t because he sensed something in the house.
    Emily didn’t think it was anything to worry about, just the storm that was frightening him rather than any sense of a threat within the house, but her hand found its way to the strap of the Mossberg slung across her shoulder anyway.
    The corridor led from the garage into a tiled mudroom, which in turn opened into a kitchen adjacent to a dining area. She moved quickly from room to room, shotgun poised and ready as she swept each new area for any possible threat. The dining room was adjacent to a large living room. A large potbellied stove sat in one corner, its chimney pipe disappearing into the rafters. One wall of the living room was nothing but windows stretching up to dark wooden beams that crisscrossed the ceiling, a good eighteen feet above her head. A set of sliding glass doors led out onto a beautiful wooden balcony.
    “Wow!” said Emily as she stared out at the view beyond the wall of windows, all thoughts she might not be alone forgotten.
    The house she had broken into was perched on the opposite side of the hill she had just ridden up. She was on the top floor and, as she looked down, she could see the second and third stories of the house below her, each one following the natural line and declination of the hill as it swept down into a valley filled with trees, several hundred feet below. She thought she saw the glint of a pond or a stream from within the green of the woods, but she couldn’t be sure.
    The view was breathtaking.
    The hill the house was built on extended off to the east and west before curving north to form a horseshoe-shaped valley. Across the gap between her side of the valley—about a quarter mile or so, she approximated—Emily could see two more homes nestled in the trees. The larger of the two buildings was at almost the same height as this one, but the second, smaller one was close to the floor of the valley.
    On either side of the valley, Emily could see the angry clouds of the storm eating away at the remaining sky as it moved quickly toward the opposite horizon. And yet, oddly, the sky above her little valley remained curiously clear. She could see the occasional flash of lightning deep within the clouds, and the area beyond the hill was obscured by a pinkish curtain of rain, yet on this side of the valley not a drop seemed to be falling.
    “Weird,” she whispered.
    But then, what wasn’t these days?
    Another crack of thunder broke Emily from her reverie, and she suddenly realized just