“Jade rocked on her heels, the knots in her stomach easing. She’d searched every drawer, every shelf, and every display case. Like her mother’s private quarters, there was no sign of the statue in the vault. Her gaze swept the room that was once a bomb shelter. Equipped with video monitors showing the insides and outside of the mansion, a cell phone, and an alarm keypad, it was now a safe haven in case of burglary, and storage room for her mother’s jewels and collectibles. Not to mention the bed...dings, emergency food supply enough to feed an army, medicines, water, and whatever else her brother stashed in the heavy green metal boxes at the east corner. Her nose tickled. Jade slapped a hand over her mouth, but not before a sneeze escaped. The sound reverberated off the walls. A chill snaked down her spine. Ooh, how she hated being down here. Something about the lack of windows and the reinforced eight-inch concrete walls always got to her as if she were trapped…. Jade laughed aloud to dispel her morbid thoughts.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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