“This is not a crime scene.”

“Not yet.”

Ethan smiled faintly, and the fear left his face. That worried me more than the panic. He had made a decision. “I need some air,” he said.

Claire stepped aside. The process server had no authority to stop him from leaving. Ethan walked to the front door. Lauren followed. “Where are you going?”

“Away from this.”

“You can’t leave me here.”