Becca's heart skipped a beat at what she heard. "Gunshot?" she asked Tony, her voice trembling.

"Uh, Becca, can I talk to you later? I’ve got to go," he replied, ending the call abruptly without waiting for her response.

Standing alone in the large living room, she folded her hands and bit her fingers nervously, pacing back and forth. "What could have happened?" she muttered under her breath. She had so many questions for Tony, but now wasn’t the time, not with the tension and uncertainty ...