Both of the officers swept the house when they got there, thankfully checking both the basement and the attic. They gave the all clear, but Joey still went in first, just in case. “Why don’t you come and help me make frito pie.” Maureen said to Marit, wanting to get her mind off of the man who had broken in.
“I’m going to go get the gun, okay?” Joey said as he kissed Maureen’s cheek. She nodded and he went to their room to pull it out of the safe. He didn’t want to have to shoot someone, but if the police missed the man coming back, he wanted to be able to defend his wife and child.
“You alright, honey?” Maureen asked as she rubbed Marit’s back.
“No, not really. I’m sorry.” She swallowed down the lump forming in her throat. “It’s my fault he came here.”
“It’s not, baby.”
“The truth is, he might have come here regardless of giving you that computer and we would have had no warning that someone was stalking you.”