The screen went black.
Nobody spoke.
Nobody moved.
The final words echoed through the apartment like a curse.
We've already met.
Amelia stared at the dark laptop screen.
Her pulse pounded violently in her ears.
She searched her memory desperately.
A face.
A name.
A conversation.
Anything.
Nothing came.
"I don't know her."
The words sounded weak even to her own ears.
Damien remained silent.
His eyes never left the laptop.
The blonde woman had known too much.
Far too much.
Not just about Jethro.
Not just about Amelia.
About all of them.
And people didn't gather that kind of information by accident.
They got close.
Very close.
Amelia suddenly felt sick.
Because the woman might not have been a stranger at all.
She might have been someone standing in plain sight.
Som
