Another voice, weaker but filled with anger, answered her. “You did this to yourself, Mother.”

It was Chloe.

“Officer Davis!” I called out, turning the flashlight toward the dark hallway.

No one answered.

“Liam, stay here with him,” I said, my heart hammering against my ribs.

“Audrey, no,” Liam warned, trying to shift his grip on Darrow without letting him go. “Do not go in there alone.”

“I have to,” I said.

I pulled my phone out, switched on its built-in light, and ran toward the dark corridor.

The air in the hallway was thick with the smell of mold, stagnant water, and old smoke.

My shoes splashed through shallow puddles on the uneven floor.

A few yards in, I saw a shape slumped against the brick wall.

It was Officer Davis.

He was sitting down, clutching his head, a dark streak of blood trickling down the side of his temple.

“Officer,” I said, kneeling beside him for a brief second.

“She hit me,” he groaned, his eyes struggling to focus on my face. “From behind. With a piece of timber.”

“Where are they?” I asked.