Back The Lying House
Chapters (103)
  1. Cover
  2. Back Cover Text
  3. Praise
  4. Booklist
  5. Dedication
  6. Epigraph
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  101. Epilogue
  102. Acknowledgments and a Personal Note
  103. Excerpt

“No. Like I said, we just moved here.” Jeff looked at Reddick. “Why do you think he picked us?”

The detective let out a long, slow breath.

“He may have targeted the house because of the for-sale sign, then waited, watched the house be sold and you move in, saw that there was no security system.”

Jeff shook his head. “The real estate agent told us that crime was virtually nonexistent in this neighborhood. Those were her words. So I didn’t rush to get a system installed. They’re scheduled to come next week.”

“We’ve had some burglaries and break-ins in Palm Mirage Creek, Coral Terrace, Coral Gables,” Reddick said. “Not many, but we get them. We’ve had others across the county. We’ll check their details against yours for any links.”

“I feel stupid for not pushing to get security installed sooner.”

“Yeah, well, hindsight. You should move on it. At least change the locks today. Call a twenty-four-hour service. Maybe you’re covered through insurance. Then call the security company to do their installation as soon as possible.”

“I will.”

“The locking mechanism on the sliding door is easy to bypass with a crowbar, and it’s a distance from the bedrooms.” Reddick took a moment to flip back over his notes. “I’m almost done here. I know we’ve hit on this—bear with me—but given that you’ve recently moved, can you think of any other incidents, occurrences or situations that happened here, or in Ohio, that could be connected to this crime in any way?”

Jeff blinked several times, and his Adam’s apple rose and fell before he shook his head. “No, I can’t.”

Reddick searched his eyes for a long moment before returning to his notes. “And you’re employed with the Asgaard-T-Chace Group? What’s that, again?”

“It’s an advertising agency. We handle major brands with campaigns that run worldwide, especially during global events, on television, online, billboards, stadiums, traditional media, you name it.”

“Commercials, ads, that sort of thing?”

“Yes.”

“And what do you do there, with your new promotion, as it were?”

“My title is Senior Executive Strategist for Global Business Development and Marketing. Oh, damn.” Jeff raked his hands through his hair, noticing the sunrise and the time. “I’m leading a presentation today for clients who’ve flown in from Argentina.”

“None of my business,” Reddick indicated upstairs where Lisa was, then the broken sliding door, “but I think you’ve got some other things that need your attention today.”

Jeff exhaled. “You’re right. Would it be okay if I called my boss now, to alert him?”

“Go ahead. We’re almost done.”