He pressed his index finger to my lips, gently shushing me, then scooped me up and pinned my cheek against the cold wall behind the sofa. My ear was pressed so close to the partition that I could clearly hear a woman's cries coming from the next room—half pleasure, half pain.
Even with just a wall between us, I could feel it, like the whole thing was vibrating.
Maybe it was because Jason Smith mentioned Lena Carter. The more I listened, the more I felt like it really was her.
But if that woman next door was Lena… then who the hell was the guy with her?
I didn’t know why, but a horrible feeling started bubbling up in my gut.
Then Jason dropped the bomb. "She told the waiter to spike the drinks. Henry Smith shouldn’t be done anytime soon. Wanna take a look?"
Boom.
My m
