LUCIUS DEVINE

"Hello" Lisa replied over the phone but her voice sounded a bit off.

"What's wrong?" I asked, pulling myself a bit away from my table but my gaze remaining on the work I had been dealing with before I had felt the sudden urge to hear her voice and know how she was doing. And also to ask her a question.

"Francesca. Did you do anything to her and her family?" She asked and I threw my head back a bit, doing a small eyes roll.

"Hey?" She called softly when I ...