A three AM phone call about a locked room changed everything

clear.”

Stacey walked into the living room carrying two large plastic bins filled with winter coats and shoes.

Her face was pale, and her silver hoop earrings were gone, replaced by a simple hair tie that held her hair back from her face.

“I left the microwave,” she said, looking around the pristine kitchen. “And the dining room set.”

“We can get those continue reading …