Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

smelled spacious with lots of fresh air. This place would be a
nightmare to heat, though.
“Hello?” I said.
Still no answer. I dug out my phone.
“Dial Erika Fane,” I said.
My phone chimed, and after a moment I heard my line
start to ring, and then I heard her phone receive the call
somewhere in the house. Her ringtone played “Fire Breather”
by LAUREL above me, and I smiled, following the sound. I
didn’t want to invade her home, but I really didn’t have time to
lose.
“Hello?” I sing-songed again.
They had to be here. I got closer to the ring, my foot
hitting a step, and I climbed it, finding her phone a few stairs
up. I picked it up just as it stopped ringing and went to
voicemail. I ended my call.
I took another step, but this time, it brushed something,
and I bent down, picking up a long and full mess of fabric. A
dress.
“Keep the necklace on,” I heard Michael say. “Just the
necklace.”
Huh?
I took another step but heard a moan and halted.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he said,
his breathing labored. “You were always the sweetest little
thing.”
“Michael,” Rika gasped.
Oh, shit. I dropped the dress and shot my hand to my
mouth, scared they would hear my breathing. They must’ve
just gotten home. Wonder what they did last night after the
party.
I took a slow and careful step back down the stairs.
“But you are keeping things from me,” he told her.