No Safe House by Linwood Barclay Read Free Book Online

window, working on the upper right corner.
    “… and now, when we open the window, the alarm does … not … go … off.” His arm still snaked into the house, he cranked open the window, creating a larger opening, without any shards to catch him on the way in. “I gotta be honest—that’s the part that always scares me. I was ready to run if I had to.”
    He dropped his legs in first, supporting himself with his elbows, then dropped about a foot. “Piece of cake,” he said. “Come on.”
    She felt chilled, even though the summer night air hadn’t dipped below seventy. She tilted her head back, scanned the heavens. Despite the light pollution, she could make out stars. She remembered the telescope she used to have when she was a little girl. How she used to study the stars from her bedroom window, searching for asteroids, worried one of them would strike and wipe out her and her parents.
    The whole planet, too. But once you’d lost your whole family, the rest of the world seemed incidental.
    Lost families
. Something of a theme in her household.
    And now her family was less than whole, what with her mom living in an apartment in an old house on the other side of Milford. Grace thought she’d have moved back by now, but nope. Was she trying to make a point, staying away this long? Was all this talk that she needed some time to “get her head together” the truth, or just some bullshit story to cover up the fact that she just didn’t love Grace and didn’t want to be in the same house with her?
    Not that things weren’t a little more calm these days, with just her dad at home.
    Her mom was so uptight, so worried some calamity would befall her daughter. Freaking out all the time. Wanting to know where she was every second of the day. Who she was seeing. Making her phone home every couple of hours. Wasn’t that all supposed to be over?
Years
ago? After her mom had finally found out the truth about what had happened to her when
she
was a teenager?
    Well, I’m fourteen now
, Grace thought. How long was this going to go on? Would her mom want her to wear one of those ankle bracelets when she went to college so she could monitor her every move?
    Grace sometimes thought her mother had her so convinced something awful would happen to her that she just wanted to get it over with. Bring it on. The anticipation was always worse than the event.
    Was that, Grace wondered, why she was with this boy now, about to do something very stupid? Because it would create some kind of crisis, force her mother to come home?
    That’s nuts. Like I want my mom to find out about this
.
    “Hey!” Stuart whispered, his head framed in the window. “You coming or what?”
    She got on her knees, back to the window, and worked her legs through. The boy grabbed hold of her and eased her down gently.
    “Don’t turn on any lights,” he said.
    “Like that’s the first thing I’m gonna do,” she said.
    They were in a basement rec room. Leather couch, two recliners, big flat-screen TV bolted to the wall. They crossed the carpet, glass crunching underfoot, and found their way to the stairs.
    From what she could see, it was a nice house. Modern furniture and decorations, plenty of leather and aluminum and glass. Not like her house. Her parents bought used, sometimes went to Ikea in New Haven.
    “Aren’t the people gonna know someone was here when they find the window broken?” Grace asked.
    “So what? Won’t matter then.” He still had his phone in flashlight mode, guiding them through the house. “People usually keep their car keys somewhere near the front door, like in a drawer or a dish or something.” They’d reached the front hall, where a long, narrow table with four drawers was pushed up against the wall.
    “Yeah,” he said. “This’ll be the spot. I can guarantee it.”
    He pulled open the first one, held the illuminated phone over it. “Just gloves and shit here.”
    When he pulled on the handle of the second