When he hangs up, his shoulders are tense and his eyes angry. He climbs out the car and leads me up the steps to my building, leaving everything in the car.

"You're staying at mine tonight," he says. It's not a discussion, his tone makes that clear. "As soon as the police have been, we're going home."

The apartment shows no sign that anyone has tried to gain access to, but I still feel ill at ease as we wait. Jarrod is impatient which only makes me feel more anxious. He's ...