On the first landing my phone buzzed. Unknown number. A text message glowed on the screen: You took everything from me. Now I take everything from you.

I stopped cold. “It’s Leo,” I whispered.

He snatched the phone from my hand, jaw tightening. “He’s escaped.”

“That’s impossible,” I said. “He was arrested. I saw the cuffs.”

“He has friends,” he mumbled. “He always did.”

We reached the hallway where our small wedding party had been moved. ...