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The voice was getting louder.

Seriously?

She couldn’t be found here.

No one could suspe

ct she’d been on the estate or in the house. She thought of the open window over the kitchen sink and the overturned bucket on the porch. Oh, crap, oh, crap, oh, crap! She backed up slowly, toward the stairs. If she could sneak out before anyone came down here—

Clunk!

The back of her legs hit something—God knew what—as she inched her way backward, the voice louder.

“I know, okay? I’ll check it out. But we can only rush things through as fast as we can . . .”

Nikki recognized the voice.

Definitely not a ghost. She slid around what felt like a chest of drawers and hid behind it as she heard a key in a lock.

That stopped her cold.

Who had a key?

The person who killed Bronco Cravens? Had he . . . no, she found a duplicate? But why come here? Why in the middle of a rainstorm—

The door opened and footsteps sounded in the staircase.

Nikki’s heart was hammering fast, her throat dry as she tried to make herself as small as possible. She peered around the edge of the bureau.

“Yeah, I know. I’ll be back soon . . . okay. Talk to you then.”

Who is the woman?

The footsteps started descending.

Oh. God.

A flashlight’s beam swept into the basement, moving swiftly, startling a rat that scurried out of its path.

She bit back a scream.

Don’t panic.

But she was already silently freaking out and wondering why the hell she hadn’t brought a weapon of any kind.

Because you thought you’d be alone. You thought Tyson’s cameras and NO TRESPASSING signs would be enough to keep anyone from coming.

Shrinking back into the cavity beneath the stairs, she hardly dared breathe while watching the bluish glare of the flashlight’s beam as it swept over boxes and crates, stacks of bags and broken furniture.

The beam arched over the ceiling near her, exposing cobwebs and tools hanging on the crossbeam.

A hammer!

Not much of a weapon, but something. If she could just get to it.

The beam moved through the piles of trash, away from the stairs to the wall where the bodies had been buried.

Nikki thought about the hammer. Should she go for it?

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