A couple days after they arrested the Hannigan Brothers and Ciaran, I knew that it was time to go back to my apartment. Lisa had been avoiding me like the plague, but I had caught Bob following me through the mansion, glaring at me, more than once. Fortunately, Jeffrey let himself known each time, and Bob backed off.
The second night after the arrest, I asked Andrew to join me for dinner after work, just us and the guards. He agreed.
When I arrived at the dining room, Andrew was already there waiting for me. In front of him lay a feast of my favorites—the same foods that Bob and Lisa had served to me the night that they drugged me. My stomach churned at the sight.
My displeasure must have shown on my face as I sat down because concern overtook Andrew’s relaxed demeanor.
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