Billionaire Romance: Spencer's Torment (A Seductive Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 2) Read Online Free Page B

shattered glass of water on the floor. Other than the broken glass, there wasn't much else out of the ordinary aside from a few pieces of mail that had been knocked off of the counter.
    As if he was reading my mind, he said, “Honestly, there's not too much to be concerned about here. No trace of blood anywhere, which is definitely a good sign. Most likely the attacker took her by surprise and overpowered her with brute force. It appears as though she was alive when she was taken,” he said, glancing down uncomfortably.
    “Did you see any other cars on the street or any suspicious activity near the house? Maybe something that didn't seem like a big deal at the time, but now might be significant?” Crawford questioned Young.
    “No, nothing, sir. We were watching the entire time and we didn't see anyone enter or exit. Just Miss Prescott when Oliver dropped her off from the hospital earlier this evening,” he responded, looking between Crawford and I, baffled as to how all of this occurred right under their noses.
    “No Bridget?” I directed at Young and he shook his head no. “I'm assuming you checked the rest of the house?” I inquired and Young nodded in response.
    “Yes, sir. We checked every square inch of the place. Didn't see anything out of the ordinary aside from the broken glass here in the kitchen. The assailant had to have been inside the house for hours before Miss Prescott arrived home,” he concluded. “That's the only thing that makes sense.”
    I pointed to the side door in the corner of the kitchen that lead out to the backyard patio area and shook my head in disbelief. How could I have been so stupid? I had completely forgotten about the alternate entrance to the townhouse and clearly underestimated Calvin’s ability to fly under the radar.
    Young and Crawford turned their gaze to the door that I was pointing at and they exchanged a look, then turned and walked over, checking the door jamb and lock.
    I looked at Crawford and he turned and nodded his head at me. “Yep, this is where he got in and out most likely. Had to have been. There's evidence of it being picked, plus it's not locked. I'm sure he had his hands full,” Crawford concluded gravely.
    “Do we know who did this?” Young questioned, glancing between Crawford and I.
    I nodded slowly and sighed, “I have a pretty damn good idea, unfortunately.” He waited for me to explain. “My brother Calvin...he's pretty unstable. He's been harassing Emily and well...let's just say he's been successful on more than one occasion. Growing up in our teens he had to be committed to an institution for several years. But I really thought he was better now. I had absolutely no idea it was still this bad...” I trailed off, a lump forming in my throat as I swallowed back the tears.
    I couldn't shake the guilt that I was feeling over the whole situation and everything that had gone wrong in Emily's life since she'd met me. And at that moment I knew I was willing to do whatever it would take to get her back safe and sound.
    Suddenly my cell phone started vibrating in my pocket and I pulled it out and glanced at the screen. “Restricted,” I said out loud, unable to hide the confusion in my voice. That's weird, I thought to myself, debating silently about whether or not to answer it.
    I looked up at Crawford and Young and the expressions on their faces told me I would be crazy not to answer it. Given the situation, I had to agree, so I swiped my thumb across the screen and placed the phone up to my ear, my heart nearly beating out of my chest. “Hello?” I asked guardedly, unsure of whose voice would be on the other end.
    For a moment there was only silence, and then a loud burst of cackling laughter exploded in my ear that set my teeth on edge. “Who is this?” I demanded, trying to keep my composure. I wasn't one for playing games.
    Finally the laughter died down and a menacing, yet familiar voice spoke. “Oh, come on now. Don't act like you