Twin Threat Christmas. Rachelle McCalla

he’d visited recently. Reading through his browser history, she skimmed past the familiar website names, instead checking those that sounded suspicious.

      On the third try, she got a sign-in page.

      Members Only.

      The login name was already entered. The password box held ten black dots.

      Enter.

      The page that appeared made her stomach turn. Human trafficking, in all its sordid wretchedness.

      So visceral was her response, it took her a moment to realize the vibration she felt was coming from her pocket and not her racing heart.

      Debbi’s phone. She pulled it out and glanced at the screen. Two men.

      That was all. Obviously Eric had been in too much of a hurry to type any more information. She must not have much time.

      She glanced around the room. There was nowhere to hide. The computer—she didn’t dare leave it turned on. What if whoever had arrived came into this room? It seemed likely enough they would—anyone visiting the office at this hour might well be there because of Jeff’s death.

      Vanessa shut down the computer, then opened the door just a crack. She peeked into the hallway but saw no one, heard no signs of life. Quickly, she darted out, hoping to reach the stairs, but at that moment, a dull boom sounded, and voices fluttered up from the foyer.

      The boom was the main door opening. They were coming in the front door. She couldn’t go down the stairs, not with them coming in that way. She glanced behind her, hoping to see an exit sign, but there was nothing but the row of locked doors behind her.

      She was trapped, with no escape.

      “His office is upstairs.” Virgil’s voice echoed through the open stairway from below. The man who’d killed Jeff was on his way, and he wasn’t alone.