Zoë thought she heard someone in the house.
Downstairs a crash of glassware and a mumbled curse drifted up to her ears.
'Was that Viktor? But he is suppose to be with his buddies. Why is he home?'
Zoë got a strong whiff of Axe. But Viktor, her boyfriend, wore Old Spice. Axe is what Dylan wore. But Dylan and her broke up two years ago.
Zoë peered down the stairs and saw a sweatshirt draped over the rail. Viktor or her did not own a WSU Cougars sweatshirt. Only UW Husky sweatshirts.
'Why is there a WSU sweatshirt in my house?'
Her hand inched to her pocket. The pocket with her cellphone.
She hesitated.
She grabbed her cellphone and started dialing. Just as she finished the last number, a text popped up from an unknown number.
If this was Dylan she needed to call the police. Dylan was very abusive.
Zoë snuck down the stairs, clutching her phone.
She bumped into a very solid form. Her eyes met eyes that were not Viktor's. A sly grin spread across his face.
Her phone dropped, showing the text.
'I will find you. And take back what is mine.'
