Riverneverbarked.
I ran inside. “Shit, shit!”
My heart leapt into my throat, constricting my air. The blood roared in my ears as panic suddenly descended upon me. I ran as carefully as possible to the staircase as the voices continued ringing out.
“Felix?” I shouted.
My mate’s voice cried out in reply. He sounded terrified.
Before doing anything else, I needed backup. The extensive bodyguard training came back to me and I entered a calm, yet heightened state of awareness. I fished the phone out of my pocket and called the cops via voice command, then ran.
I bolted, tripped, caught myself before clambering up the rest of the stairs. With my hand slammed to the wall, I followed the sounds. River’s barking was the loudest, but it didn’t drown out the definitiveothervoice.
“Get away from me!” Felix yelled.
“Stop kicking me, you bitch!”
My heart nearly stopped.
I would never, ever forget Larry Bisley’s voice. It activated cold fury within me. My remaining senses went into overdrive. With the overlapping voices and sounds assaulting me, a mental image snapped into place.
Felix was on the floor, lower but upright--probably against the wall. Larry’s voice was forward and came from above Felix’s, making it likely he was on top of him. River’s barking came from about three feet to the left as he tried to pressure Larry off.
I knew where everyone was--and I knew exactly what to do.
