Lynn’sPOV

The walkie-talkie on my kitchen counter crackles to life.

"Ms. Beverly?" Carlton's voice, the night security guard. "You have visitors downstairs. Lucas Hamilton and Evelina Hamilton. They're requesting to come up."

My blood runs cold. Lucas and Evelina—I'd recognize those names anywhere.

Baron looks up from his coloring book. "Who's that?"

"Nobody, baby." I cross to the walkie-talkie, pressing the button. "Tell ...