“Ms. Harper?”
How did he know her name? Abbie, is that really the key issue here? What if some disgruntled legal opponent had a grudge against her and had followed her up here? Sure, she practiced corporate law, but maybe some evil corporation had hired a hit man to avoid a contentious arbitration. On the other hand, it could just be a serial burglar—or an evil huntsman!
Abbie, is that really the key issue here?“Are you all right?”
Why would an evil hit man/burglar/huntsman want to know that?
“Ms. Harper!” He rattled the door.
But why was he rattling the door when he’d been in the cellar, a mere flight of stairs and unlocked door away? Well, he was here now. Was this really the time to be pondering questions like that?
The door flew open. Abbie flinched and pulled back her wine bottl
