Chapter 27: She Wasn't To Be Messed With

If Maggie were anyone else but a Philadelphia-bred orphan, this man might intimidate her. He was a head and half his chest taller than her. He had a quiet presence that probably parted crowds. In a dark alley, she might be afraid of him or want him on her side.

Right now she didn't want him taking control of this situation. "I've already done that."

He paused with his booted foot on the bottom step. Who wore boots in the summer time? Her feet were already sweating in her pumps. "And what did you see?"

"I could only see the hallway from here."

"Was there anything in it?"

"No, but that isn't odd. They live a Spartan life," Maggie said.

He glanced at the door then turned his gaze to her, his husky blue eyes studied her. Without another word, he reached up and pressed the doorbell. As if him pressing it would have more of an effect. That the occupants of the house would say, "Clearly that was a man summoning us so we must answer."

She sighed. Most of the time when she dealt with men like h