"Ow, Andrew!" Grace Scott winced as Andrew dragged her into the stairwell. "What's your deal?"

Andrew fixed her with an icy stare. "Where's Caroline?"

Rubbing her now-red wrist, Grace shot back, "How should I know? She's got legs, doesn't she?"

"She wouldn't just vanish into thin air. Her phone's dead, and you're the only one who had beef with her today." Andrew's voice was sharp, anger flashing in his eyes. "What did you do with her?"

"For the last time, I didn't do ...