That night, a torrential downpour raged, painting the sky like splashed ink.
Sebastian Lockwood walked down a narrow corridor, passing two drunks with their arms slung over each other's shoulders. But he didn't see Sydney Sawyer, which made him frown. He finally spotted her after turning a corner, standing under a dim, yellow lamp.
She was holding her phone, its screen glowing, and was bent over, pointing the camera at something on her leg.
He thought she might need help.
Frowning, Sebastian Lockwood slowly approached.
He wanted to see what was wrong.
The sound of rain lashing against the glass drowned out his footsteps. Sydney Sawyer was completely oblivious until a shadow fell over her, blocking the light. Only then did she turn to look...
"Syd."
Jane Spencer, whose attention had been entirely on her daughter, was startled by the sound.
It was an elegant, clear male voice.
