“Where is that coming from?” Chloe asked.

“The adjoining room,” I said.

The sound came from beyond the connecting door Vanessa had just walked through to go to bed.

Someone else was in there with her.

Chloe set her cup on the nightstand next to the lamp.

She walked slowly across the carpet toward the locked door between our two suites.

She pressed the side of her head against the thick white-painted wood.

“Who is she talking to?” I asked.