Salome’s POV
“We leave for New York in the morning,” Benedict said. He leaned against the wall, looking far too relaxed for a man who just spent all night in an interrogation room. “It is over. The mess at the factory is finally under control.”
I shifted against the pillows, trying to find a spot that didn’t ache. “Is it? Did Román finally tell you the truth?”
Benedict stopped mid-shrug. His eyes went wide, and a slow grin spread across his face. “You really are sharp, aren’t you? How did you know it was him?”
“It was a guess,” I said, pulling the thin hospital blanket higher. “Román is the type of person who breaks when things get loud. He is a follower. But I do not think he has the brain to run a scheme like this on his own.”
Jeremiah was sitting in the chair by my bed. He had been
