Chapter 648
- Bree glared at her protégé who was Facetiming her and wished that Carol was as clever as she was good-looking. Maybe it was too much to ask, she thought caustically.
- For the woman had called up Bree at around a little before dawn, babbling incoherently.
- ‘He’s gone, he’s disappeared, I can’t find him!” she had been shrieking wildly.