I swallowed hard. “I heard your voice through the door. You weren’t exactly whispering.” 

Sloane’s brows lifted slightly, but she didn’t look rattled. “Then you know it wasn’t anything worth getting worked up about.” 

I didn’t answer. We turned down the quieter hall as the noise of the crowd faded into the distance. 

Finally, I tried again. “It sounded like you were talking about the sender.” 

That statement made her stop. Her shoes clicked softly against the floor ...