“You said the gates were sealed.”
“They are now.”
“Find her.”
Viktor hesitated.
“There is a problem.”
“What problem?”
“The address she gave the agency does not exist.”
Silence spread through the room.
Damian closed his eyes.
Every nurse who had entered his room had left trembling.
Every nurse except the one who had nearly killed him.
“She was not sent by an agency,” Damian murmured.
Dr. Petrov looked horrified.
“Then who hired her?”
Damian’s eyes opened.
“That is what we are going to discover.”
For the rest of the morning, Grayhaven House transformed from a mansion into a fortress.
The iron gates were chained. Armed guards searched the gardens, garages, kitchens, and servants’ quarters. Every phone was taken. Staff members were questioned one by one in the west salon beneath a portrait of Damian’s father.
No one was permitted to speak privately.
No one was permitted to leave.
Lila and I remained in Damian’s room.
He refused to let her out of sight.
At first, I believed it was suspicion. Then I noticed the way his eyes followed her. She sat on the carpet near the fireplace, arranging wooden chess pieces in careful rows. Damian watched her with an expression I could not name.
Not fear.
Recognition.
“You look at her as though you know her,” I said.
Damian did not answer immediately.
“Who was her father?”
The question struck me harder than it should have.
“His name was Noah Bennett.”
“What did he do?”
“He repaired electrical systems.”
“In Baltimore?”
“Wherever the work took him.”
Damian’s gaze sharpened.
“When did he die?”
“Three years ago.”
“How?”
I looked toward Lila.
“A warehouse fire.”
Damian’s face became unreadable.
“Which warehouse?”
“Near the harbor. The police said faulty wiring caused the fire.”
He looked away.
The movement was small, but I saw it.
“You know something.”
“No.”
“You do.”
Damian’s jaw tightened.
“I know many warehouses near the harbor.”
“Then why did you react to that one?”
He stared at the rain sliding down the windows.
“Because three years ago, one of my warehouses burned.”
My skin prickled.
“Noah never told me who owned the building.”
“He would not have.”
“What does that mean?”
Damian’s gaze returned to mine.
“It means your husband may not have been there to repair electrical wiring.”
The floor seemed to shift beneath me.
“Noah was not involved in crime.”
“I did not say he was.”
“You implied it.”
“I implied that men sometimes take dangerous work without telling the people they love.”
“He had a daughter. He would never—”
“A daughter changes what a man is willing to risk.”
There was something in Damian’s voice. Something personal.
I stepped closer to the bed.
“What happened in that warehouse?”
Before he could answer, Viktor entered.
“We found the nurse’s uniform.”
“Where?”
“In the laundry furnace. Partially burned.”
“And the woman?”
“Gone.”
“How?”
“We checked the gates. She did not leave through them.”
Damian’s eyes moved toward the ceiling.
“The old passage.”
Viktor’s expression hardened.
“I thought it was sealed.”
“So did I.”
Grayhaven House had been built more than a century earlier by a shipping magnate who feared kidnapping. Hidden corridors ran behind several walls, allowing servants and guards to move unseen through the mansion.
Only senior members of Damian’s household knew about them.
Which meant the fake nurse had help.
Damian ordered Viktor to search the passages.
As the guard turned to leave, Lila suddenly stood.
She pointed toward him.
Everyone looked at her.
Viktor paused.
Lila walked closer. Her eyes settled on his left sleeve.
Then she touched her nose.
I felt the blood drain from my face.
“What does she smell?” Damian asked.
I signed to her.
Lila pointed at Viktor’s cuff, then toward the discarded syringe on the tray.
Same.
Viktor looked down.
“That is impossible.”
Damian’s voice turned dangerously calm.
“Take off your jacket.”
Viktor did not move.
“Now.”
Slowly, the guard removed it.
A small brown stain marked the white cuff of his shirt.
Dr. Petrov approached carefully and smelled the fabric.
“It has the same bitter odor.”
Viktor’s eyes widened.
“I searched the nurse’s room. I touched her medication case.”
Damian watched him without blinking.
“When?”
“Ten minutes ago.”
“Who was with you?”
“Two guards.”
“Names.”
“Leon and Markov.”
Damian ordered them brought in.
Both men confirmed Viktor’s story. They had found the burned uniform and an overturned medical case in a narrow chamber behind the east staircase. Viktor had picked it up before realizing liquid had spilled inside.
The explanation was reasonable.
Too reasonable.
Damian trusted no one.
He ordered Viktor confined to the library until the substance on his sleeve could be tested.
The guard’s face tightened.
“I have protected you for fourteen years.”
“And if you are innocent, you will protect me for one more hour by obeying.”
Viktor lowered his head.
“Yes, sir.”
As the guards escorted him away, Lila watched him carefully.
Then she signed something to me.
He is scared.
“Of Damian?” I asked.
She shook her head.
Of the wall.
I followed her gaze.
The wall beside the door was covered with dark wood panels. Nothing seemed unusual.
