She crept down the hall and paused outside the room. Sean sat behind his desk, watching something on his computer screen. His face was frozen in an unreadable expression, and a crystal tumbler of whiskey sat beside his elbow. He looked up from the laptop, regarding her with a calm expression.
"What are you doing?" she asked him.
"Come see for yourself," he said.
She padded into the study, and he pulled her onto his lap. She shifted uncomfortably, wishing she had her own chair. He seemed to be watching some sort of video, but the footage was dark and grainy. She studied the image and realized she was looking at a shabby, small bedroom. At one end, a figure slept in a narrow, single bed.
"What is this?" she asked.
"Just watch," he said.
Suddenly the figure in the bed sat up—it was a woman. She rubbed her eyes and looked toward a pair of long white curtains. Catherine leaned in to get a better look at the woman and gasped.
