Page 51 of Before the Night Falls
Her hand shook as she held the phone.
How did this guy get her cell number? If someone was trying to mess with her, this person had carried it too far.
You can do this, Olivia. He’s just playing with you. This doesn’t mean anything.
Your abductor is dead.
She practiced her breathing, just like Lyle had taught her.
Finally, she realized she couldn’t stay outside any longer.
She would go crazy if she sat alone with her thoughts for too long.
Drawing in another deep breath, Olivia stood and gathered her things.
When she pushed her bedroom door open, she started to step inside, but stopped in her tracks.
Another set of roses rested on her bed.
She didn’t have to count them to know there were eight.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
Olivia droppedher phone as a scream escaped.
This couldn’t be happening. How had someone gotten into her room?
Multiple heavy footsteps sounded behind her.
Then, “What happened? Are you okay?”
Tyson, Wes, and Chandler flew into the room.
Tyson grasped her arm, turning her, and searched her face for answers.
“I . . . there are—” she started, unable to find the words.
“What happened?” Wes asked. “What’s going on?”
“My bed,” she whispered.
Their gazes jerked toward the mattress.
No one said anything until Wes finally asked, “How did those roses get there?”
“He’s been in the house,” Olivia murmured.
“Who’s been in the house?” Tyson asked.
“Whoever left those roses. Unless it was one of you—which I know isn’t the case.”
Wes turned to Tyson. “Do you have security cameras?”
“Of course.”
“We need to see that footage.”
“I assure you, no one has gotten into the house,” Tyson said. “My guess is that Hobbes left these here. Let me talk to him.”
