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Tommie continued up the stairs. Just as she reached the landing, the lights blinked again. Ignoring a frisson of unease, she slipped her key out of the pocket of her chiffon skirt and reached for the door. She inserted the key in the lock, then froze.

The door was already unlocked.

A shudder ran through her, a chilly finger from her nape to the base of her spine.

Had she forgotten to lock the door when she left that morning?

Or had an intruder been inside her loft?

Tommie’s mouth went dry. She stepped away from the door, her heart thudding against her sternum.

Calm down. There’s a perfectly rational explanation for this. You had a lot on your mind this morning. You could have easily forgotten to lock the door on your way out. Or maybe Mrs. Calhoun forgot to do it when she took the peach cobbler up to the loft for you this afternoon. She’s sixty-five years old. Maybe her memory is failing her.

Yes, that was it, Tommie decided. Mrs. Calhoun, bless her dear heart, had forgotten to lock the door earlier. No harm, no foul.

But as Tommie stared at the closed door, she felt a whisper of foreboding. As if an evil presence awaited her on the other side.