Authors: Melissa Schroeder
Voices came from the other end of the hall. “Are you all right?”
“I called security.”
Raising a hand to her head, she found a tender spot. Shannon winced and let Liam pull her to her feet. Blood spotted her fingertips. More guests filled the hallway. Apparently the commotion had garnered some attention.
The expression on Liam’s face turned taut and his mouth compressed. He looked past her, and she turned to find the whole room in shambles. Drawers from the dresser had been pulled out and emptied, her clothes scattered everywhere. Her art case tipped on its side on the bed and her sketchbooks lay haphazardly.
Her pulse jackhammering, she step toward the destruction. Liam wrapped an arm around her shoulders and halted her.
“Wait,” he said and glanced to the left toward a fresh wave of voices. “Security is here, let’s let them go in first.”
But Shannon pulled away, stepping into the room farther despite the flood of panic. Where was it? Where was her—and then she saw the gleam of silver. Her laptop sat on the floor. It looked like it had fallen off the bed. She didn’t use it for much, but she kept all her records on it.
And then security arrived and they had questions, too.
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