The rain had started twenty minutes ago, a sudden, violent downpour that lashed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Grey Knight's library. The sound was a dull roar, sealing the room off from the rest of the world, creating a vacuum where time seemed to suspend itself.
He had invited her to his library and while she was still dazed by his sudden question about her size of lingerie, she followed him. It was stupid because this man was a murder suspect, asking his defense attorney the size of her underwear. It was her moment to flee but she supposed his charm had an hand in it. His charm was the hypnosis to why she hadn't escaped yet.
Lauren Hayes stood in the center of the library, her handbag clutched in her hand like a shield. She had been in this house for an hour, and they had moved from the dining room to this cavernous space, yet she felt like she knew less now than she had when she walked in.
