I didn’t know where Andrew was, so I flattened my back against the hall wall for protection, and slid my way toward the room I hoped would be the master suite. I needed to find Evan’s parents. If they were conscious, maybe between the three of us …
How did Sheriff Wayne get to my house? I never asked him the night I had him in my apartment. He was the sheriff. Of course he showed up at a crime scene. It never occurred to me to question his presence.
But our house was isolated, miles away from the nearest neighbor, and I hadn’t called 911.
My mother? My sister or brother?
There was a logical explanation. There was always a logical explanation.
I heard weeping. I turned into the next doorway, discovering a large, shadowed space dominated by huge pieces of furniture. I made out a king-size sleigh bed, then realized there was a woman on the bed and she was crying.
“Hello?” I whispered softly.
She shut up. “Who’s there?” Her voice was as hushed as mine, cautious.
“Are you Evan’s mom?” I edged closer, my eyes darting around the space, noting the standing mirror, perfect for Andrew to hide behind. Or maybe he was tucked behind that decorative tree, or inside the master bath, the walk-in closet.
“Andrew’s not here,” the woman whispered, as if reading my mind. “I’m Victoria.”
“Danielle.”
I hurried closer to the bed and she rolled toward the edge. Quick inventory revealed her hands and feet were bound with zip ties. The plastic bindings were too thick for either of us to pull off the other. We needed something. Knife, scissors, key.
“What does he want with you?” I asked, trying to figure out what to do next.
“I’m not sure. I hired him to help Evan, then we became lovers. But it wasn’t an intense affair. I don’t think he’d kidnap me over that.”
“He kidnapped you?”
“From the hospital.”
“Me, too.”
“You were his lover?” she asked.
“I didn’t even get through dinner with him. Apparently, I’m the person who damned his father’s soul to Hell. We need scissors,” I muttered.
“In the master bath. Top drawer, right of the sink.” I was impressed. Victoria was good under pressure. Then again, given Evan’s history, she’d had lots of practice.
“I’ll be back,” I promised.
“Thank you,” she murmured, a