Chapter 48 Debt and Poetic Justice
- "Who are you looking for?"
- Grace’s voice carried a hint of unease. For some reason, she had a strong sense of foreboding. The three faces she saw on the intercom were gloomy and sinister, the type that gave off an aura of trouble.
- "This is Damon Lewis's house, isn’t it? Open the door," one of the men said.