Wednesday - Work in Progress (excerpt)

Ben got in at 2:45 a.m., tired, aching, but wide awake. There were two sets of tracks going from the street to the front door, then the tracks doubled back to the driveway and continued to the side door. A third set of tracks went straight back to the street.

The door was unlocked, but that didn’t alarm him. Cori was careless, believing their safety lay in the stupid theory that no burglar would enter a totally dark house . . . or a house with the TV on . . . or a house with all the lights on. He locked the door and threw his hockey bag down the steps. The TV was glowing but there was no sound. He tip-toed to the living room and found Cori sprawled on the couch, coat and boots still on. He bent low and sniffed.
(excerpt from work in progress)