Davis stood quietly in the doorway, looking at me sitting frozen on the floor beside the bloodstained shirt, my face drained of color.
There was no panic in those narrow eyes at having his secret exposed. Only a terrifying calmness.
"So you found out, Rachel."
He chuckled softly and closed the hidden room door behind him.
Click.
The lock engaged.
Silence swallowed the room. Step by step, Davis walked toward me. Then he lowered himself onto one knee.
He tossed the briefcase beside us. Several classified files spilled out, along with a handful of USB drives linked to offshore accounts.
Solid proof of Jones's smuggling operations and money laundering schemes.
Then he did something that sent a chill racing through my entire body.
He leaned forward, resting his forehead heavily agains
