At the Cross residence, Brianna paced the cluttered living room, her mind restless. Vanessa's words kept echoing in her head — "Lure Elena to the bar. She'll pay for what she's done."
Brianna didn't know exactly what Vanessa intended, but the promise of putting Elena in her place — tempted her. Still, she needed a reason solid enough to make Elena come willingly. Even with her temper and pride, Elena wasn't the type to walk into anything unless she had a personal stake in it.
Leaning against the chipped cabinet, Brianna's eyes narrowed in thought. Then, suddenly, an idea surfaced. Her gaze drifted toward the small storeroom at the corner of the hallway — the one place even Evan had never bothered to search.
