Sylvia locked the dead bolt on the front door and switched on the light. Rocko bounded through the living room, down the hall, back to the kitchen. Her terrier seemed satisfied that they were alone. She felt better, but she walked to the window and checked the road. There was no sign of Matt's Caprice. She noticed the wind had picked up and so had the snowfall. She checked the back door, the windows. Everything was shut tight. Sleet tapped out a staccato rhythm against the windowpane. She had to prepare herself before she could face the bedroom. In an effort to gain entrance, Rocko had left vertical scratches on the closed bedroom door. Perhaps he was attracted by the blood. She turned the knob and pushed. It looked like it had on Sunday night except the bloody duvet had been stripped off the bed and some of the spatters had been scraped off the wall. Quickly, she changed into jeans and a T-shirt and began the job of packing. She had two suitcases filled when a low rumble began in Rocko's throat.
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