"My point is, Miss Kane," Reese continued, "if you keep pushing it, I will break you."
"I…I don't understand," she whispered.
Reese smiled faintly, He was about to say something else when his phone buzzed violently in his pocket.
He frowned, pulled it out, and the blood drained from his face. One message. "911."
He shot to his feet. The sudden movement startled Sylvia, who reached out instinctively. "What's wrong?" she asked, eyes wide.
Reese's pulse hammered in his ears as he dialled the driver who had taken over Winn's schedule ever since Reese had been reassigned to watch Sylvia.
"Reese, what's going on?" Panic had stripped away Sylvia's usual sass.
The driver picked up on the second ring. "Where is Mr. Kane?… Go up there now! Get him out of there now! I'm on my way!" He ended the call before the driver could respond and shoved the phone into his pocket, already halfway down the steps.
