Chapter 955

Helen didn't go to bed. Instead, she took the opportunity to set up a meeting with the black hand. At exactly 2:00 pm, a series of knocks came at her door. The rhythmic pattern of three-two-one tapped out clearly. Helen hurried to the door and opened it. "Good afternoon, miss. This is room service. Would you like me to clean your room?" the black hand announced. He was impeccably dressed in a shirt, vest, and bow tie, flawlessly portraying the role of a hotel attendant. "Perfect timing—I've made a mess on the carpet. Please come in and clean it up, but keep the noise to a minimum; I'm about to take another nap," Helen said calmly as she let him in. Once the door was closed, the black hand turned to look at her, his smile fading instantly. A flicker of unease flashed in his eyes as he regarded Helen. "Are you the black hand?" Helen asked, breaking the silence. "Are you working with Kyle?" the black hand asked. Helen shook her head. "No, he's not my employer. I'm just a freelance