"Come in." He stepped aside and waved an arm to the wide stretch of hallway behind him. "How did you get here? You're completely soaked."

"Walked." I shrugged past him. "Where's my phone?"

Holding up a hand, he nodded at my feet. "Shoes off. You're not tracking that through my house."

My eyes followed his. The lighting was dull, the hall unlit and a breeding ground for shadows, but I could just about make out the puddle that had formed beneath my shoes. Watched as droplets fell from my fingertips and jacket like a leaky faucet. Reluctantly, I kicked them off. Which wasn't as easy as it sounded. My fingers...