Chapter 10 Port Maren

• The phone slipped from Margot’s fingers and hit the hardwood floor with a sharp, plastic clack sound.
• "He took her," Margot whispered, her face draining of whatever color the dim hallway light had provided. "He actually took her."
• Clara didn’t scream. She didn’t cry. The three years of running had burned all the panic out of her, leaving only a cold, hardened core of survival. She snatched her coat from the hook by the door.