Chapter Twenty-Eight
Playing the Endgame
The commonest mistake in history is underestimating your opponent…
–General David Shoup
Day 4—8:58AM
Casa de Griffin
LUKAS
Twelve hours later, I step into my home office after spending a restless night in my bed. Half the night was spent dreaming of Elena.
The other half?
Well, that was spent suffering from nightmares—enduring visions of crashing cars, hallucinations of coming face-to-face with Elena’s grey-hooded stalker… a heavily-cloaked Gregory Sears… or whoever the hell else could be behind all of this chess game bullshit…
But the sight of Elena in my home office seat makes me pause. She is tapping furiously at my office keyboard, her eyes focused intently on the computer screen. She pivots in my leather chair, a severe scowl plaster
