Shea could not tell which flood it came from let alone which room. But she knew one thing—that voice belonged to Charlene!

Why would she let out such a bloodcurdling scream if she was the one who came here of her own volition?

A thought struck her. Shea reeled in realization and immediately called Brendan.

The man himself was in a meeting. When he saw her number, he declined the call noncommittally, only to immediately receive another. It was out of Shea’s usual character—she usually knew t