MikeThe door to Lauri’s apartment was open. Not unlocked, but pushed open. I yanked my gun out from my waistband and held onto it as I slowly entered. Nothing looked touched.
A news broadcast played on the television set. A plate with an uneaten sandwich and glass of iced tea sat on the coffee table.
Tony stood at the doorway, his own weapon in hand. I motioned for him to sit tight and made my way to the kitchen. Empty. The bathroom door was open, as well as Lauri’s bedroom. Both rooms empty and no sign of Asya.
The only room left to check was Asya’s bedroom. I put my ear to the door, listening for movement. Soft, muffled moans. Turning the handle, I threw the door open with my weapon lifted and ready.
On the bed, hog tied and gagged, lay Asya. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying,
