"Let me remind you, the door is twenty paces behind you."

"Harry Raine. Search his name," Brooke insisted.

The guy sighed and looked back at the computer. "No record."

Brooke frowned. "What? No, that's impossible. He's their son!"

"If you aren't visiting then you have no right to be here. You will be considered trespassers-"

"I know you," Sasha said, frowning at the guy. "Where do I know you from?"

"From when you walked in two minutes ago," the guy said and rolled his eyes.

Brooke cocked her head to the side. "No, she's right-"

"Leave."

The guy looked to the door and Brooke frowned when she saw a scar...