Avery stared at those words. Her phone hit the carpet. Before she could pick it up, Dominic was already moving.
"Drake. Clear the entire second floor. Inside and out." His brow was tight, his face stone serious.
"Dorothea's room. Now."
Footsteps surged from every direction.
The living room lights all came on at once. Harsh white light hit every face.
Drake crouched in the second floor hallway, shining his flashlight on the door lock.
Avery stood behind him, looking at the keyhole. No scratches. No pry marks. But the bolt was in the wrong position.
"Professional job. Picked it." Drake straightened up, his expression grim. "The door was never opened. The alarm didn't trip. Dr. Clair, the child is-"
Avery didn't wait. She slammed the door open.
Dorothea was still asleep, half her fac
