Of course he would think that. He was an interior designer. He analyzed spaces for a living, looking for ways to make them prettier, or more functional. His creativity was something he probably couldn't switch off, even if he wanted to. Like my hyper-vigilance. Wherever he went, he thought about the improvements he could make. This place could certainly use it.
My tongue between my lips, I started toward Savannah's apartment. The door was closed. I looked back at the guys before raising my hand to knock. Once, twice.
"Maybe she's not—" I started to say before the door swung open.
Savannah stood there, looking confused. "What are you doing here?"
"I got your call," I said. "That was you, right?"
She shook her head, clearly confused. "No, I just got home."
"What the fuck?" Now I was confused, but only for a moment.
We'd been played.
It hadn't occurred to me someone might have duplicated her voice to draw us here. Of course it hadn't. Why would anyone do that?
I couldn't help my gaze sliding to Woody. Was there a chance he'd done this in the hope I'd come here alone? No, he looked as confused as I was, and only slightly more pissed off.
"You should come in." Savannah stepped back, beckoning us into the apartment.
I hesitated for a moment. Was she part of some kind of trap? No, I couldn't believe that. She wouldn't do that to me. If someone was forcing her into it, she'd find a way to give me asign. What I got from her was that she had no idea what was going on either.
"This is weird as fuck," Woody said. His expressions suggested he'd prefer to stay out in the corridor, but he stepped inside with the rest of us.
"Hey, you must be Savannah," Leif held out his hand for her to shake. "I don't want to alarm you, but do you know there's a dead body in the stairwell?" He jerked his opposite hand over his shoulder thumb pointing roughly in that direction.
She stared at him. "Excuse me, did I hear you right? I thought you said there's a dead body in the stairs."
"That's exactly what he said. Do you know anything about that?" Forrest asked.
I winced. He wasn't pulling any punches.
Savannah looked at all of us like we were out of our minds. "Is this some kind of joke? Sable, what's going on?"
"That's what I'd like to know," I said. "Someone wanted us to come here."
Leif glanced at Woody, who shook his head. "This has nothing to do with me. Why would I bother?"
"I can think of a couple of reasons," Leif said.
"Whatever reasons you think you can come up with, you're wrong," Woody snapped. "Maybe, just maybe, Sable is making all of this up." He turned his glare on me.
"I didn't," I said. "Someone that sounded like Savannah called me. Then I called Forrest."
"Someone that…" Savannah trailed off and pulled out her phone. "I haven't made any calls for a couple of days." She showed us the call log. The last one she'd made was to her mother. The one before that was to me, three days ago.
I pulled out my own phone and checked the incoming call log.
"There it is right there, see? A call from Savannah that lasted twenty-three seconds."
"Can I see?" Forrest held out his hand.
I handed him the phone.
"I'm guessing they cloned Savannah's number to make it look like it was coming from her," he said. "I'll have my son look into it in the morning. In the meantime, there's a small matter of a dead body in the stairwell. Do you think you could identify him?"
Forrest handed the phone back to me and turned his gaze to Savannah.