Cole
The emergency lights came on three seconds after the station went dark.
Three seconds was enough.
I moved toward Harper before I thought about it, putting myself between her and the stairs.
Marcus grabbed a flashlight from the workbench.
“What door was that?” I asked.
“Upstairs bathroom, maybe. The ventilation pulls it shut.”
Harper looked at me. “So no masked killer?”
“This isn’t funny.”
“I’m not laughing.”
She wasn’t.
Her face was pale beneath the dim red lights.
Marcus checked the electrical panel near the kitchen.
“The power wasn’t cut from here.”
“Could it be controlled remotely?” I asked.
“Some systems can. Lights, cameras, door access.”
Harper folded her arms tightly across her chest.
“Claire works in administration.”
Marcus turned. “Who’s Claire?”
“Natalie’s
