As they drew closer to the house, Lindsey realized too late that there could have been wards set up to alert the mystic to any arrivals. He hesitated on the sidewalk, putting a hand out to stop Clary from going further as he studied the building in front of them. It was still silent, still, and nothing out of the ordinary jumped out at him.
Looking back to Clary, he nodded. "I'll let you handle that. Probably take less time than picking the lock." A skill of his that had become rusty with a lack of use over the past couple of years.
He headed up to the front door, leaving room for Clary to work as he leaned over to peer just beyond the window's frame. The curtains were drawn tight but there was just enough of a slit to see the living room beyond, dark and unoccupied. Or someone was laying in wait. "I'll go in first," he told Clary, voice low. "If we tripped a ward, he might be looking to ambush. I don't want you hit."