Davis sighed briefly and closed his eyes while his mind continued spinning trying to unravel the mysteries of the Brown family d its connection with Jessica.
The buzzing of the phone on the nightstand interrupted his thought, he glanced at the table and it was Jessica's phone.
The call kept coming in relentlessly as though the caller is determined she answers the phone or risk the chance of her phone battery going off.
He was certain that she had intended to rest longer today which must be the reason she slept in. It was unlike her—since her arrival at his mansion, she had always been an early riser.
Every morning, she would go out for a run, her form disappearing into the crisp dawn before the rest of the household will even wake up. Other times, she would leave to handle private matters—matters he knew nothing about.
