Chapter 5 - THE WOMAN WHO KNEW TOO MUCH
Roman spent the night in the adjoining room.
He didn’t sleep.
Neither did Norah.
At six in the morning, she found him sitting beside the window with a cup of untouched coffee.
“You look awful,” she said.
He glanced at her.
“You always were direct.”
“You always hated it.”
“I hated it when you were right.”
She leaned against the doorway.
“Are you going to find Elena?”
“Yes.”
“She may be dead.”
“I know.”
“Then why do you look surprised?”
Roman’s gaze shifted toward the harbor.
“Because I thought I knew who betrayed me.”
Norah crossed her arms.
“Who?”
“My uncle.”
“Victor?”
Roman nodded.
“After my father died, Victor helped me take control of the organization. He claimed he had protected my interests.”
“And you believed him?”
“I was twenty-three.”
Norah’s expression softened for half a second.
Then she looked away.
Roman continued, “I trusted him because I needed someone older to tell me what to do.”
“And when you stopped needing him?”
“He became my enemy.”
Norah was silent.
Roman turned toward her.
“Did Elena tell you anything else?”
“She said someone close to you was watching me.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know.”
“Think.”
Norah’s voice sharpened.
“I spent three years looking over my shoulder. I don’t remember every face.”
Roman immediately stopped speaking.
She rubbed her temples.
“Sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize.”
“I’m not used to people saying that.”
He looked at her.
“Neither am I.”
A sudden crash sounded from the hallway.
Roman stood instinctively, then stopped when pain crossed his face.
Norah noticed.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t lie.”
He looked at her.
The words were hers.
He almost smiled.
Tommy rushed into the room.
“Boss, we have a problem.”
Roman straightened.
“What?”
“Someone broke into the old Mercer warehouse.”
“Was anything taken?”
Tommy shook his head.
“No.”
“Then what did they leave?”
Tommy looked toward Norah.
“A message.”
He handed Roman a photograph.
It showed Norah outside the restaurant.
On the back, written in black ink:
SHE KNOWS WHERE THE KEY OPENS.
Norah’s stomach dropped.
Roman looked at her.
“Do you?”
She shook her head.
“No.”
Tommy’s phone vibrated.
He checked the screen.
His face changed.
“Boss.”
Roman turned.
“What?”
Tommy swallowed.
“Elena Voss just called.”
Roman froze.
“Where is she?”
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Tommy looked at Norah.
“She said she knows who has been following your former wife.”
