Page 69 of The Last Morgan
Corey crouched, scanning her carefully.
His sharp eyes caught it — a small brooch pinned to Rebecca’s jacket.
He ripped it off.
The device in his hand shrieked.
Barnaby seized the brooch, threw it to the floor, and stomped on it, shattering it into jagged pieces.
The device in his hand instantly went dead.
Barnaby sagged in relief.
"Listening device," he said after careful inspection. "They More than likely heard everything."
Lucy looked down at Rebecca’s corpse, feeling the weight of it settle on her chest.
"They killed her because she was about to talk."
Barnaby’s face changed suddenly. He was still holding his black scanner, and it beeped again — softly this time.
He frowned.
"Something else," he said. "Something else is still active."
Lucy straightened up.
"What?"
Barnaby shook his head, tapping furiously.
"There’s another signal. Faint. Dormant. Not active, but it’s here. Somewhere in the house."
Lucy’s heart pounded.
Without waiting for permission, Barnaby took off up the stairs, his device leading the way like a divining rod.
The others followed, adrenaline sharpening every step.
The house was too quiet.
The polished floors seemed to mock their heavy footsteps.
Barnaby’s scanner led them deeper into the heart of the house.
Lucy realized, with a sinking feeling, that they were heading toward the east wing.
Toward her room.
"No" she whispered.
Barnaby didn’t answer.
The beeping grew louder.
Her door loomed ahead, the scanner screeched.
"It’s here." Barnaby said grimly.
