Sergeant Avery didn’t rush the approach.
Experience had taught him that houses like this—quiet, ordinary, almost painfully normal—often held the kind of tension that could snap without warning. He stepped out of his cruiser, the late afternoon light stretching long shadows across the yard, and paused just long enough to listen.
Nothing.
No shouting. No movement. Just the faint hum …
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