Veronica's POV
According to Charlie and Leonardo, they'd locked up some deranged servant inside that building. But was that really the truth?
My curiosity burned too hot to ignore any longer. I headed straight for the small structure.
The door had been secured from the outside, but that wouldn't stop me. I made quick work of the lock with a piece of wire.
When I pushed through the entrance, complete darkness swallowed the first floor.
I flicked on my phone's flashlight, cutting through the blackness. A stale, musty smell hit me—the kind that comes from air trapped too long in closed spaces.
I located the staircase to the upper floor and climbed slowly. With each step higher, a woman's weak moaning grew more distinct.
The upstairs door stood unlocked. I drew a steadying breath, pushed it wide, and stepped inside.
The stench made me wince. In the pale glow of my light, I spotted a woman sprawled across the bed.
