Chapter 70. Who’s Home?

*** MRS. BRICK’S HOUSE ***

Dean carried Mia to the couch and slowly laid her down like the gentleman he was. “It will be alright,” he said.

“No, it won’t,” Eva said, slamming the door as she shoved Mrs. Brick to the floor. Casting her gaze on Dean, she continued in a mean tone, “Don’t get her hopes high because I will kill her if she doesn’t tell us where the journal is.”

“No one is killing anyone,” Dean protested politely.

Eva hissed loudly. “Speak for yourself!” She thrust her hand on Mrs. Brick and pulled her up by her hair.” Perhaps I will start with this one.”

Dean’s eyes hardened and narrowed into slits. “Let her go, Eva.” He has promised himself not to get his hands dirty today or even stain his fancy brown suit. He moved toward Eva faster than the eye could see and shoved her off Mrs. Brick. “Are you blind?” He growled.

“No, I am not, but you are.” She hissed once more.

“Look at her ankle.” He points Eva’s attention to Mia’s a