The low wail of police sirens finally cut through the thick glass windows of the penthouse.
Downstairs, in the garage of Torredo Global Highrise, was a mess. Red and blue lights flashed as police officers filled the lobby, taping off the shot-up vans and bodies on the floor.
Because of the huge scene, Tony and Louis Torredo had to send their private guards away and let the NYPD detectives up the elevator.
Emily Lawson sat straight up in the middle of the big bed. Her heart beat wildly as she heard voices moving through the hallway. She had no idea what had happened but it seemed to her like there had been an invasion.
This is my chance to escape, she thought as the bedroom door swung open and Tony walked in, followed by a serious-looking detective holding a clipboard. Louis stood right behind them, his wool coat buttoned tight and his face blank.
"We're checking on everyone on the top floors, ma'am," the detective said, walking to the foot of the bed. "And you must be?"
