He held the phone under his chin as he put on his shoes and coat and grabbed his car keys. “Olivia, where are you right now?”
She blinked. “At home.”
“I mean, which room?”
“The living room.”
Dallas mentally ran through the layout of her house, including the windows and which directions they faced. As was his habit with every building he entered, he’d automatically and almost idly noted everything when he’d been there earlier that evening for Emma’s party.
“Do any of your room doors lock?”
“Yeah. The master bathroom.”
“Go there. Right now. I’m coming to you, and I’m going to stay on the phone with you the whole time, OK?”
“OK.”
Liv walked down the long hallway on trembling legs, expecting a hand to grab her from behind at any second. She glanced over her shoulder, then whipped to
