With one flick of Studmuffin's tail, Jake's front door closed behind us.

Travis immediately dropped to his hands and knees and powered on the flashlight app on his phone.

"What are you doing?" I asked, barely a whisper.

He pointed right through the living room toward the back kitchen wall. "We don't want to be visible through that window."

"Through that very open window." I shot a glare at Studmuffin, but he'd conveniently disappeared again.

Sighing, I ...