Noah stared at the black staircase, and for a terrible moment he felt like he was seven years old again.
Waiting.
Listening.
Hoping that someone would say it was all a mistake.
One minute passed.
Then two.
Then three.
Nobody spoke.
Even the neighbors behind the fence were silent.
Finally, Detective Bennett’s voice came from below.
Quiet.
Trembling.
— Don’t let the family come down here.