She didn't know what had come over her. She just had a sudden, desperate urge to rush back and see what was happening.
By the time she reached Henry Lester's villa, it was already past eleven at night. The building was a pitch-black silhouette, completely merged with the night. Feeling a little uncertain, she took out her key and opened the door.
The moment she opened it, she was hit by the strong stench of alcohol, so potent that she instinctively covered her nose.
"Henry Lester! Henry! Are you home?" Yara Quillan called out as she reached to fumble for the living room light switch. But before she could find it, she felt someone charge at her, and the overpowering smell of alcohol assaulted her nostrils.
