That was when Alex turned around.
“No.”
One word.
Sophie stared at him.
“What do you mean?”
Alex lowered himself into the chair opposite us.
“The condo isn't worth what they think it is.”
I frowned.
“It cost almost eight hundred thousand dollars.”
“I'm not talking about money.”
My pulse changed.
“Alex, what exactly did you give our daughter?”
His eyes remained on Sophie.
“A safe place.”
“That isn't an answer.”
“No,” he said. “It isn't.”
Before I could press him, his phone rang again.
He answered.
This time, his expression hardened immediately.
“What happened?”
A pause.
“When?”
Another pause.
Then Alex stood.
“All right. Call an ambulance. Do not interfere unless they try to leave.”
He hung up.
“What?”
His voice was grim.
“Somebody just fell from Sophie's balcony.”
Sophie gasped.
“What?”
“We're going to the hospital first.”
“I need to know what's happening!”
“You need photographs of every injury, medical documentation, blood work, and a full forensic examination.”
