Carol POV
I moan softly when my phone’s ringing wakes me up. Who on earth would call on a Sunday night at eleven?
“Liana?” I quickly sit up and wipe over my eyes. Liana will not call at this hour if it was not urgent. “What’s wrong?”
“Hi, I’m Bea,” an unknown voice replies. “I work with Liana. Can you come to pick her up at the restaurant, please?”
“Sure,” I jump out of bed. “Is she all right? Did she get sick or something?”
“Or something,” Bea sighs. “There was an attack. I can’t be sure, but she seems fine. Just traumatized.”
“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” I disconnect the call.
I do not waste time getting dressed. I only put on sneakers and pull a shirt over my pyjamas. I grab a jacket, my handbag and keys and run to the car.
The second my phone connects with the car’s speaker,
