Izzy’s attention snapped toward the direction of the familiar ringtone, every muscle tensing as she expected a light to flick on somewhere and to be discovered lingering just inside the house. When no such ill luck occurred, she dared exhale, much to her lungs’ relief.
	But the feeling was short-lived.
	She hung up when the phone went to voicemail, hoping Trevor's lack of answer just meant he was a heavy sleeper, then redialed. This time, she slowly maneuvered through the house, avoiding dark lumps of furniture as she followed the sound as fast as she dared, using the light of her phone's screen as well as she could without moving it too far from her ear.
	“Trevor?” she called in a whisper, though she was sure no one would hear.