“The living room was pitch black – too dark to see anyone moving about. Still they heard the floor boards creak. Someone was there, downstairs, in their house. There was no doubt about it.” — J.C. Gatlin Copy Share Image
“apartment door. Clem strutted out, meowing and winding between Abbie’s legs. Abbie picked up the cat as she peeked into the living room. Everything looked quiet. They stepped into the dimly lit apartment. Josh in front. Abbie, cradling Clem in… — J.C. Gatlin Copy Share Image
“The living room was pitch black – too dark to see anyone moving about. Still they heard the floor boards creak. Someone was there,… — J.C. Gatlin Copy Share Image
“into the dimly lit apartment. Josh in front. Abbie, cradling Clem in her arms, one step behind. A lamp shined in the living room.… — J.C. Gatlin Copy Share Image
“apartment door. Clem strutted out, meowing and winding between Abbie’s legs. Abbie picked up the cat as she peeked into the living room. Everything… — J.C. Gatlin Copy Share Image
“Sitting on a bench across the street, a man wearing a brown hat and a tan trench coat held a pen and notepad in… — J.C. Gatlin Copy Share Image
