Amadeus Yancey gripped the phone that had been forcefully stuffed into his hands, gazed down to illuminate the screen saver, which was a cute photo someone had taken using Edric's name last time.
His thin lips curled up, his fingertips brushed over his lip, the skin somewhat scorching, as if running a feverishly high temperature.
But in an instant, he was back to normal, unlocking the phone to take a look.
Audrick Zachmann hadn't lied to him, there indeed was a missed call.
It was from Candice Yancey.
He dialed back the number while heading downstairs…
In the room, Nathalie Quinlan took a cold shower to wash away her fatigue, changed into a set of white pajamas, dried her hair, then slowly ambled out of the bathroom.
She had time to check her phone.
Without looking, she'd have never known; upon looking, she was startled.
Her phone was crammed with over a dozen calls and messages.