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“It’s possible she’s stepped out.”

“But Carol said it isn’t like her to not show up for work. Something tells me she’s in distress.”

“How about we knock on the door first and see if she’s home. Then we’ll go from there,” he suggested.

“What, sweetheart?”

“Okay, but you knock. I’m way too nervous. You know what?” London had a sudden epiphany.

“That door we went through to get inside the building…”

“Yes?”

“It was supposed to be locked wasn’t it?”

Matt scratched his head. “It looked like it was.”

“So why wasn’t it? We were able to walk in. It was almost as if someone

tampered with the lock.”

“That doesn’t mean anything. The door could have been broken.”

London sighed, still feeling uneasy about the situation. “I suppose you’re right.

Maybe my imagination is getting the better of me. Go ahead and knock.”

When Matt’s fist connected with the door, it flew open. “Okay, now I don’t like the looks of this. Something is definitely amiss.”

London followed Matt inside, her body tense from not knowing what to expect.

The tiny room had an abandoned feel about it. Stranger still, the shower was still running.

She felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. “Now I know for sure. Something has happened to my sister.”

“I still think we should call the police,” Matt suggested.

London and Matthad spent the night in Paris’s apartment in hopes that she’d return. There was no sign of her, but London had found some old pictures of her sister stored away, confirming this was indeed where Paris lived.

“And what exactly will I say to them? You said yourself police don’t usually fill out a missing person’s report for at least forty-eight hours.”

“That’s if foul play isn’t suspected.”

“I can’t say ‘I think my sister has been kidnapped because I feel it.’ They would want physical proof right?”

Matt grimaced. “Maybe you should leave that part about your feeling out of it and stick to things they can report, like the fact that she didn’t show up for work yesterday.”

London sighed. Matt was probably right like he usually was. “That makes sense, but?—"

A sudden pounding of the door cut off what she had to say next.

Matt stood up from his chair and pushed her behind him. “I’ll get the door. You stay here.”

“Do you think it could be the people who took Paris away?”

“We don’t know for sure if a third party was involved.”

Matt didn’t have a chance to answer the door because it burst open. A tall blond man flanked by two companions stood in the doorway.