Prologue
He received the phone call at 2:00 am, but it would not have made any difference had it been at any other time of the day. Luke Randall simply was not interested in what happens to Elizabeth Mitchell the former Mrs Randall, and he did not hesitate to tell the person on the line that. "She is no longer my concern, so please don't call me again." Was actually what he said before he went right back to sleep.
A few minutes later or what seemed like it to Luke, there was someone ringing his doorbell. He could not ignore whoever it was because they were very persistent. It was as if they were actually leaning on the bell, which was possible, so he groggily got out of bed. He grabbed his bathrobe form the floor and shrugged it on cursing whoever was at the door. It would serve the person right if he went to the door naked which was how he preferred to go to bed. A quick glance at his bedside clock showed it was only 2:30 am, anyone making house calls at this ungodly hour deserved whatever treatment he decided to dish out.
He did not hurry but made his way down the stairs at a sedate pace, even stopping a few seconds to switch on the lights. But finally he was yanking the door open. His quick reflex allowed him to catch the slight figure of the person who had been leaning against the door before they fell.
"What the hell do you want?" He asked coldly setting her away from him as if she was poison.