Chapter 13 Not Our First Meeting

The heating in the spare room was cranked up. I stepped out of the bathroom barefoot, easily retrieving a hair-drying cap from the drawer. As I lowered my head to dry my hair, I checked my phone—Reuben had sent a message. "I'll be standing guard in this building. I've told your people to grab a change of clothes from home. Will keep you posted." Now that the key players had shown themselves, I was eager to see Sean's next move. That was precisely why I walked into this trap—fully aware of what awaited me. An expensive, decanted red wine sat on the table. I poured half of it out, watching the ruby liquid swirl before flushing it down the toilet. Not long after, another message from Reuben came through. "Sean Lambert is on his way. Stay safe." I switched off all the lights in the room and lay down on the plush bed. Then, I heard the click of the door when it was unlocked. Footsteps approached from afar. The intruder first stopped at the table with the red wine, letting out a low