“I don’t know whether home is safe.”
Hannah stopped.
Lauren told her about the recording.
Hannah’s expression changed from irritation to horror.
“You’re staying here.”
“Hospital security disagrees. This building isn’t designed to protect me from a targeted threat.”
“Then where?”
Naomi entered.
“My place.”
Lauren looked at her.
“Twenty-seventh floor. Private security. Underground garage. No public directory listing.”
Ethan appeared behind her.
“No.”
Lauren stared.
He stepped into the room.
“She’s coming home with me.”
“No, she isn’t,” Naomi said.
“That’s my wife.”
Lauren looked directly at him.
“Not tonight.”
Pain flashed across Ethan’s face.
“Lauren, someone may have tampered with your brakes.”
“Yes.”
“And you think I’m going to let you disappear somewhere?”
“You lost the privilege of knowing where I sleep when you gave another woman access to your phone.”
“That’s not fair.”
Naomi actually laughed.
Lauren didn’t.
