Victor’s phone rings on his desk. He glances on it, frowning. Edgar? He was off duty tonight – what he could he possibly want, so late?
“Hello?” Victor’s answer of the phone is short, impatient.
“Victor!” Edgar yells into the phone – Victor can hear the howl of traffic behind him, horns honking and the screech of tires. “Quick – Evelyn!”
Victor’s body goes immediately rigid. “What’s wrong,” he demands.
“Evelyn – you need to – NOW, Victor! Her house! Something’s wrong!”
“I’m going,” Victor says, hanging up and shoving his phone in his pocket as he bolts out of his office.
“Victor?” He hears Amelia call after him as he bursts through the back door. “Where are you –“ Her voice fades into the background.
Victor launches into a sprint as he crosses the back yard. His mind is blank, his
