I was for those three little dots to appear, letting me know she’s writing a response, but they never appear.

While I meant it as a joke that murder might take place here, her radio silence is worrying me a little. We may be downtown, but anything is possible, especially when I don’t recognize the building she disappeared into and, more importantly, why we’re here. Why didn’t I think to push further on why we were here? And what’s even more worrisome to me is when Lauren says she’ll be right back, I assume she’s true to her word and will be right back.

She couldn’t have deserted me since I have the car keys. My eyes drop to where they’re still sitting in the cup holder. Well, she wouldn’t have deserted me willingly, at least. Damnit, Dani, for making me watch all that true crime shit with her.

Another five minutes pass. I try calling her, but it goes straight to voicemail. Okay, enough is enough. Lauren, I’m coming in.

Exiting the car and locking it up behind me, I take in my surroundings as I walk up to the entrance. I wrap my arms around my waist as the hairs on the back of my neck rise and a chill goes up my spine. That can’t be good.

What the actual fuck?

When I open the door, the building is empty. It’s a gorgeous open space—wood floors and bare white walls—but it’s fucking empty. This was the building that Lauren had walked into, right? I look back out the front door and see her SUV right out front. Yeah, she walked around the vehicle and straight into the door.

“Hello,” I shout. “Lauren?”

There’s no answer, and I know something is off. I hear soft music playing somewhere. Okay, so maybe if someone was attacking my sister, they wouldn’t be playing music, unless they would be to cover up her screams.

I quicken my steps. “Lauren, this isn’t fucking funny. You’re scaring the shit out of me.” Again, no answer.

I jog up the few stairs and around the corner and gasp, dropping my phone to the ground with a loud clank.

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