Sebastian's chest tightened violently.
He turned and strode toward the parking lot. On the way home, he ran three red lights. When he finally reached the mansion, he threw open the front door.
The first thing he saw was chaos.
Shattered picture frames covered the floor. Torn photographs lay scattered everywhere.
The household staff had gathered in the living room. They stood together with their heads bowed and their faces ashen. No one dared to make a sound.
Sebastian stood in the doorway, and the blood in his veins seemed to freeze.
"Where is Mrs. Shaw?" he asked.
Every head dropped lower. No one answered.
Sebastian took the stairs two at a time. He searched the bedroom, the study, the closet, and the bathroom, slamming every door open.
There was no one.
The silence tightened ar
