I stopped when I heard the slow, heavy footsteps behind me. The hallway was filled with the warm, intense and all too close presence of Del Morino.

“Come with me, Layla,” he said in a smooth authoritative voice.

Confusion gripped me as I turned.

“Where—”

Before I could finish though, his big hand closed around my wrist firm enough to make it obvious that there would be no arguing but not so rough as to cause pain.

I stammered as I tried to say something. Was he ...