(Siobhan’s P.O.V)
With me being off the case at this point, I did the only rational thing a girl could do when her heart was broken; watch true crime documentaries, eat ice cream, and drink wine. Camilla bought us several pints of Ben & Jerry’s ice cream from the grocery store down the street from the hotel and we were sitting in my room when we heard a knock. At first, I thought it was the TV, but the knock sounded again, louder, and more urgent this time. Camilla got up from the bed and walked to the door, peeking through the peephole—safety first people! She turns to me, eyes wide with worry and a hint of fear.
“Who is it?” I ask with my mouth full of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.
“Umm, it’s your brother.” She murmurs.
“Si! I know you’re in there! Open the damn
