**Third person**
“I'm not going to repeat myself. Who are you?” Mr. Harrison’s voice boomed. He began moving towards the curtain slowly, the gun still clutched tightly in his hand.
Beads of sweat trickled down the sides of Adam's head as he watched his father-in-law advance. Should he just jump out right now? And say what?
What explanation could he possibly offer this gruff, imposing man for his presence in the study? Panic clawed at his throat.
Adam ground his teeth, trying to bite down his rising anxiety. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to stay calm. When Peter Harrison finds him, he'll just blurt out the first explanation that comes to mind.
Suddenly, a loud CLANG echoed from downstairs. Peter froze, his gaze flickering between the concealing curtain and the door behind
