Elijah
I ducked down so that I could see through the opening, aiming my night vision camera into the darkness within that secret attic space. On the green-ish screen, I could see Anthony moving through the room, ducking under the low roof. He went straight to the dressing table, opened the drawer, and pulled out the old-fashioned soft-bristled brush.
“Oh my darling,” he crooned, that slight southern drawl back in his voice. “What a day you must have had. Come, relax with me. Let me brush your hair.”
There was a distinct clink, the sound of a chain rattling and dragging across the floor, but from what I could see, the chain on the floor did not even stir the dust. I felt Mayah press in beside me, so that she could also see into the room, and for some reason, I dropped my arm around
