On the fifth floor of Jimmy’s home, the elevator door slid open as Roland stepped inside the narrow passage. He strode quickly, opening every door he came across, and about walking past one of the rooms, he caught the sounds of voices whispering coming from inside.
He stopped dead in his tracks, chest tightening as he eavesdropped.
“Dad… mom, what do we do about mom,” a baritone voice stammering sounded from inside. There was no response, only the boy's trembling breath. No doubt it was Jimmy’s elder brother, Jake, the one Lauren said she liked.
They were in hiding, and from the looks of it they’d not been figured out.
Roland’s breath tightening, he held the doorknob, twisted, and pushed the door open.
A baton came straight for his head almost as instantly as he stepped in. The ir
