Page 125 of Cruel Riches

“Do you hear that?”

He frowned. “Hear what?”

“Come over here,” I said, motioning to the storage cupboard.

I opened it up so that the extremely faint strains of music were slightly louder and clearer. Nate got off the bed and headed over to me, brows furrowing.

“See? I told you I wasn’t just hearing things!” I said, throwing my hands up. “You can hear that, right?”

Nate nodded as he stared at the brick wall at the back of the cupboard. “Yeah. That’s definitely music.”

“Where’s it coming from?”

He slowly shook his head, mouth set in a grim line. “I have no idea. But I’m going to find out.”

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