Chapter Thirty
Sophia snapped to attention when Grace called her. She must have dozed off just minutes after lying down. She was still fully clothed, pistol in hand. She got to her feet and stuffed her pistol in her waistband, then opened the door into the adjacent room.
Grace’s gaze was fixated on the wall-mounted television. Schlosser was at the desk, watching over his glasses. Grace didn’t take her eyes off the screen, just pointed at it with the remote. Sophia walked over to get a look. Onscreen was Cecilia McLoughlin. The last person she expected to see. Mainly because she’d shot her dead.
‘This is old footage, right?’ Sophia said.
Cecilia stood before a glass podium wearing a lavender jacket over a navy blue top. Her hair was cut slightly shorter and her lips curled into a suspec
