Chapter 6
Upstairs in the west wing medical suite, Dr. Hayes adjusted his stethoscope as he examined young Leo.
The five-year-old boy lay resting beneath three layers of heated thermal blankets, his breathing finally growing steady.
"His core body temperature dropped dangerously low to ninety-one degrees," Dr. Hayes reported gravely to the head housekeeper.
"Another thirty minutes out on that terrace, and his organs would have started shutting down from hypothermia."
The housekeeper wiped a tear from her cheek, gently brushing the wet snow-melt from Leo's fine brown hair.
"Thank God Mr. Vance arrived home early from his board meeting," she whispered softly.
Down in the grand foyer, the flashing red and blue lights of police cruisers cast eerie shadows through the stained-glass windows.
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Deputy Miller pulled a pair of steel handcuffs from her tactical belt, stepping closer to the shrieking socialite.
"Claire Sinclair, turn around and place your hands behind your back," Deputy Miller ordered firmly.
