“I’m fine,” Baz said. “Get her.”
Her.
Baz had seen more of his assailant than had Jimmy. Or maybe he’d already known she was in the house.
Jimmy rushed up the staircase, this time making it to the second level, but then…what? There were a series of rooms, and no doubt their assailant was behind one of the doors. Waiting, desperate. Perhaps with a body-slicing knife.
As he stood in the middle of the corridor, looking at each closed door, he said, “It’s over. Amanda. I can help you. The authorities can help you.”
His voice echoed, resonated, but still produced no response.
Dr. Amanda Morgan was being as difficult as she’d been on their first meeting. Except a bit deadlier. He would deal with her soon. She wasn’t going anywhere. But as much as Jimmy did his job as a private investigator
