Jason checked the security cameras but found no one standing at the door. Meanwhile, the doorbell continued to ring. He briefly debated whether it would be best to call the police, but by the time they arrived, whoever was outside could already be inside.
"I knew I should have at least taken a judo or boxing class…" he muttered bitterly, hurrying into the kitchen to grab a knife.
With the blade in hand, Jason approached the front door slowly, every muscle tensed and ready to strike. He suspected the culprit had returned to the scene of the crime, lending weight to the theory he had been considering. When he flung the door open with full intent to attack, there was no one there.
"Hey, I'm actually behind you," a deep, calm male voice said from within the house.
Jason flinched and spun around instantly.
