Chapter 16: Chapter 22: Death Sentence

Carol

I moan softly when my phone's ringing wakes me up. Who on earth would call on a Sunday night at eleven?

"Liana?" I quickly sit up and wipe over my eyes. Liana would not call at this hour if it was not urgent. "What's wrong?"

"Hi, I am Bea," an unknown voice replies. "I work with Liana. Can you come pick her up at the restaurant, please?"

"Sure," I jump out of bed. "Is she all right? Did she get sick or something?"

"Or something," Bea sighs. "There was an attack. I can't be sure, but she seems fine. Just traumatized."

"I will be there in ten minutes," I disconnect the call.

I do not waste time getting dressed. I only put on my sneakers and pull a shirt over my pajamas. I grab a jacket, my handbag and keys and run to the car.

The second my phone connects with the car's speaker, I phone Drew.

"You are up late," Drew answers with a smile in his voice.