Having missed two meals in a row, even a body made of iron would find it hard to endure.
Her stomach growled with hunger, her stomach cramped intermittently. After thinking it through, she decided to go downstairs to get something to eat.
She didn't call Olly.
Even though Olly claimed to be on call 24 hours a day, it was past three in the morning; she was probably already asleep.
There were people on duty at night, but by this time, usually there was nothing much happening, and those on duty had already dozed off.
At this moment, everything was quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
As she reached the staircase landing, Scarlett Yates suddenly heard a commotion.
The sound came from downstairs.
Tap, tap, tap. The first thing she heard was the sound of a woman's high heels, each step rhythmic and precise, the sharp heels tapping crisply and sharply on the smooth floor, echoing through the exceptionally silent night.
The sound grew closer and closer.
