"I reckon Mr. Benton tends to lose sight of those who've been good to him," a voice rang out over the phone, accompanied by a strange electronic chuckle. "Your apartment pad needs fingerprints to work the elevator. Any clue how my guy got up there?"
Ethan's face hardened. The penny dropped for him, and for Vivian too. The finger — it belonged to Sophia.
Sophia's prints were on file. She had clearance to this building's lift.
It was clear then. The intruder used Sophia's lopped-off finger to run the elevator, breezing to the 32nd floor. He left the box containing the severed finger on Ethan's front step.
Seemingly to validate Ethan's suspicions, the caller promptly sends a video.
In the footage, a woman was bound to a chair, her right hand missing a finger, blood oozing non-stop. Despi
