Grace's hand trembled as she stared at the single word on her phone screen.
*Mark~ Danger*
For a moment, she didn't move. Didn't breathe. Just stared.
The phone felt heavy in her grip, the screen glowing bright in the dim living room. Her thumb hovered over it, frozen.
Then her training kicked in.
She stood up so fast the couch cushion shifted beneath her, the springs creaking. "I need to go."
Her voice was sharp now, all business. The soft, flustered woman from minutes ago was gone, replaced by something harder. A cop.
Liam stood up too, watching her. "What does danger mean?"
Grace was already moving, walking quickly toward her bedroom. Her bare feet slapped against the hardwood floor. "It means the killer is already attacking."
Liam's eyes widened. "What?"
Grace didn't answer. She disappeared into her bedroom, leaving the door open behind her.
Liam followed, stopping in the doorway.
