Nowadays, the rumors about the family on the 25th floor were spiraling out of control. All sorts of stories were being told. Whenever anyone in the building so much as mentioned them, their expressions would twist with fear and disgust, and they'd curse them under their breath.
The three brothers had come out to explain that the bloodcurdling screams had nothing to do with them.
But the sound clearly came from the direction of their apartment. Coupled with the brothers' rough, brawny appearances and their gruff way of speaking, no one believed a word they said.
When River Larkin told her about all this, his face was filled with a confident smile, as if he were quite pleased with the results he had orchestrated.
For the past few days, all their conversations had taken place outside her door. Stella Sterling found this deeply inconvenient, and she regretted more and more not having installed a second door.
