Alexander
I was still on top of everything; I'd taken it very seriously to find out what was happening.
"She hasn't left her apartment in two days," the investigator on the other end of the line told me.
I was sitting by the hotel window, looking at the city without really seeing it.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely. I've been watching the building. The curtains move, the lights turn on and off, there's activity inside... but she doesn't come out."
I frowned. That didn't make sense.
Not after what he himself had told me, not after those days when Vanessa spent hours in her car, watching Ethan's mansion like someone waiting for something.
Like a predator waiting for the exact moment to strike.
"So what suddenly changed?" I asked.
There was a brief silence, the silence of someone who a
