The beam of the flashlight remained fixed on Amelia’s face.
The voice that had spoken was calm, almost polite. That frightened her more than a shouted threat would have.
Adrian shifted slightly, placing himself between Amelia and the light.
“If you want the key,” he said, “come and take it.”
A low chuckle echoed through the darkness.
“I expected that answer.”
The emergency lights flickered on, bathing the hallway in a dim red glow. Shadows stretched across the walls, making the familiar house appear foreign.
Three men emerged from the entrance hall.
They wore dark clothing and tactical gloves. Their faces were concealed beneath black masks.
The tallest man carried a pistol fitted with a suppressor.
Another held Victoria Hart by the arm.
She struggled to remain calm, but Amelia n
