Liora read the newspaper article three times.
Then a fourth.
Each time, she hoped she'd misunderstood.
But the photograph never changed.
The same confident smile.
The same sharp eyes.
Elias Rowe.
Dead.
She lowered the paper slowly.
"...How?"
Daniel shook his head.
"The article says it was an accident."
"You don't believe that."
"No."
"Neither do I."
---
The newsroom wasn't reporting much.
A fall from his apartment balcony.
No witnesses.
No signs of forced entry.
Case closed.
Too clean.
Far too clean.
Daniel folded the newspaper.
"If I were you..."
"I'd forget he ever approached you."
Liora looked up.
"You sound frightened."
"I am."
---
The rest of the day passed in a blur.
Liora couldn't focus on her work.
Every sketch she drew ended up crooked.
Every measu
