CHAPTER FORTY ONE
Knowing how his brother’s mind worked, Oliver realized that Chris must have come here to harm Newton just in order to lure Oliver to this place. Fury made his cheeks burn.
The ground was still shaking violently as they stepped cautiously through the doorway and into the house. The whole place was in disarray. Newton’s butler lay slumped against the wall.
Esther gasped and ran to him, crouching down to feel for a pulse in his neck. Then she sighed with relief.
“He’s alive,” she said, coming back to the boys. “Just unconscious.”
As the corridors shook around them, Oliver picked out the sound of noises coming from the parlor. Unlike the last time they’d been here, these were not the sounds of merriment or joy, but panic. Terror. Fear. Oliver felt his stomach churn in re
