A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

over her mouth.

“What is it, Stacey?” I asked.

“Lily, please do not hang up, I have nowhere else to go,” she said.

“Where is Alan?” I asked.

“He is in Cleveland,” she whispered. “He is at the sales conference until Friday. I found something, Lily.”

“What did you find?” I asked.

“I cannot say it over the phone,” she said, her breath catching. “I am in the continue reading …