"I'm back. Why is no one here?"
Jason pushed the door open, wearing a school uniform and carrying a sports backpack, his hair styled in a fashionable cut.
He really did look like a handsome young man.
But it seemed no one was home?
The driver had already left. Jason grabbed his bag and ran upstairs. He still had plenty to do after school.
For example, helping his godmother prepare some interesting little gadgets—miniature trackers and sonar scanners.
Of course, Jason could not make most of those things properly.
But he had a teacher who enjoyed tinkering with that sort of thing and had considerable knowledge of the occult, which made things much easier.
He also liked making little inventions. Taking them to school occasionally would earn him a chorus of amazed praise and satisfy a small bit of vanity.
He ran upstairs.
Jason was about to return to the study in his bedroom when he noticed something strange on the floor. There was something there...
A watch—a men's cheap electronic watch.
Jason did not even need to pick it up to know someone had entered the house. His proud godmother—
Would never wear something like that, nor would she casually let a man inside. After all, anyone who had tried to flirt with her before had been beaten so badly they could barely be recognized.
They might not even be discharged from the hospital after three or four months.
Jason tossed down his backpack, pulled a baseball bat from the clutter bin in the corner, and began searching the hallway.
The house was not small. It had three floors plus a basement, for a total of twenty-seven rooms, six hallways, and twelve staircases.
To be safe, Jason ran to the study first.
The security door at the entrance was