Then his eyes dropped to the papers in my hand, and the rest of his face followed, and he froze exactly where he stood, his fist still half-raised in the air where the door used to be.

Chapter 14 — The Door

His eyes went from me, to Darcy, to the officer standing calm behind us, and I watched the confidence come apart in real time.

“Sloan?” he said.

“What — what is this?

Who are these people?”

“Mr.

Rutledge,” Darcy said, stepping up beside me.