James spluttered. “W-where’s Fowler?”
“I locked him in a bathroom stall.”
“Can’t he get out of there pretty easily?”
“Look, have you figured it out or not?”
“No. I found these weird files…”
“Forget the files,” she snapped.
From a closet at the back of the room there came a moan, as though someone were dying in slow-motion.
“What was that?” James asked.
Lilandra sighed and turned toward the open door. “Come on in, dear.”
Fowler walked through the door. He had his coat … Read More