You Looked Down on Me Once Now You Look Up (Patricia and Oliver) novel Chapter 112

“Just tell us what happened.”

Greg had been stuck at the police station until midnight. When he finally got home—with two officers in tow—they combed through the place and, sure enough, found a second set of footprints near the door.

“You can’t stay here anymore. You need to move out,” one of the officers said.

Greg let out a bitter laugh. “I don’t have the money to move,” he admitted. He’d barely escaped that nightmare of a mine with his life, and he was broke. Even the rent here had been covered by Kelly.

“Can you wait a minute? I just need to grab a few things. Maybe I could crash at the station for the night?” he asked.

The officer nodded.

Greg darted to his cabinet and yanked it open, reaching for the stack of photos he’d hidden there.

Gone. Every single one of them. The drawer was completely empty.

Was Kelly really trying to get rid of him for good?

Greg’s heart dropped. He’d only wanted to squeeze some money out of her and disappear. He never expected they’d go this far.

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“Useless.”

“Keep your eyes on him.” Kelly’s voice was sharp as ice as she spoke into the phone in the dining room.

The first attempt hadn’t worked. The second would be harder.

A voice, warped and robotic, came through the line. “He’s hard to pin down.”

“Well, anyone who escaped that mine isn’t ordinary. Just be careful—don’t get caught.”

Kelly hung up, sitting back in her chair. She rolled a little note between her fingers, Greg’s name scrawled across it.

Outside the dining room, Theo stood quietly in silk pajamas, his fingers tightening at his side.

The mine? There was only one man he’d sent there all those years ago.

He’s back?

Not only back—he was threatening Kelly.

“No,” Patricia said quietly, tugging the blanket up.

“Something on your mind?” Oliver reached over and switched on the bedside lamp, bathing the room in a soft, warm glow.

Patricia made a small sound. “Did I wake you? Maybe I should go sleep in another room…”

A house this big had to have plenty of guest rooms.

Oliver lay on his back, one strong arm covering his eyes. He gave a short, dry laugh. “You think I’m going to bite?”

Patricia hesitated. “It’s not you. I just have a lot going on.”

Oliver sighed. “I know.”

Before she could reply, he threw off the covers and headed downstairs. When he came back, he handed her a warm mug of milk. “Here, drink this. It’ll help you sleep.”

For a moment, Patricia just stared at him, caught off guard by how thoughtful he was.

She was about to take the cup when her phone started buzzing on the nightstand. She pointed at it, a little embarrassed. “I… I should get this.”