BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
A mechanical, automated voice echoed through the house: “Front door opened. Guest access code activated.”
Bruno froze, his grip on my wrist loosening just a fraction. “What the hell? Who is that? Did you invite someone over?”
“No,” I whispered, ripping my hand out of his grip, dropping the pen.
Heavy, frantic footsteps began racing up the stairs. But it wasn’t the sound of one person. It sounded like a stampede.
Before Bruno could stand up from his chair, the office door was violently thrown open.
Standing in the doorway was Chloe Vance. Her hair was completely disheveled, her expensive makeup smeared across her pale face, and she was clutching a designer handbag to her chest as if it were a shield. She was trembling violently, her eyes wide with sheer, unadulterated terror.
“Bruno!” Chloe shrieked, her voice cracking into a panicked sob. “Bruno, we have to go! We have to leave right now!”
