As the officer scrawled the address down, I looked at my brother in shock.

“How do you know that?”

“His address is in the public phone book, sis. Just looked it up to save this busy officer from hunting it down, that’s all.”

I looked from Henry to the detective, sucked in a breath, and tried one last time. “Sir, Cal and I really didn’t hear anything—”

“Don’t beat yourself up, Mrs. Miller,” Detective Johnson interrupted me kindly. “You’re lucky your brother here is a soldier. He’ll keep an eye on you.”

He tipped his hat and walked along my porch, then down to his car waiting in the drive.

“Henry,” I whispered uneasily, “why would Rhodes come to his boss’s house in the middle of the night to cause trouble? It makes no sense. He wasn’t here last night. No one was.”

“You were asleep,” Henry said gently. “Just lock the house while I’m gone, okay? And if you’re home alone, don’t answer the door unless you’re sure who it is.”

My gaze dropped to that number on the back of Henry’s hand and I blurted, “Just promise me you won’t go to Rhodes’ house.”

Henry sighed impatiently.

“I’m not about to go looking for trouble. I was just trying to help, that’s all.”

With that, Henry pulled his cap on and left for work. I stood on the porch and watched my brother disappear down the street, sick with concern, but as soon as he was out of sight, I forced myself to go inside and call Calvin.

“Henry called the police, and a detective came by this morning,” I blurted, as soon as Calvin picked up my call on his office line.

“He what?”

“Maybe there was someone here?” I said hesitantly. “Henry seems so sure about it.”

I heard Calvin breathing over the line, and I could easily imagine his pensive expression. “He was fighting thin air, sweetheart. You saw that as much as I did.”

“I told them we didn’t hear anything. I told the officer at least three times,” I said heavily.

“Is there going to be any trouble from this, Lizzie? Should I warn Jürgen? Should I call the station and try to straighten it out?”

“I asked the officer if they’d arrest Rhodes and he said they couldn’t because none of us had seen him clearly. He just said they’d keep an eye on the house, maybe make some inquiries.”

“Lizzie,” Cal said quietly. “Will you talk to Henry? Please? As a matter of urgency, sweetheart. He needs to speak to a doctor. This is serious now.”

I agreed to speak to Henry that night, then spent the day wondering how I was supposed to do it without embarrassing him or setting him off.