The air in the lounge seemed thicker tonight like it carried the weight of every secret lurking in this resort. Jack was still gripping the letter I’d handed him, his knuckles whitening as his eyes darted over the scrawled words for what must have been the fifth time.
“Stay away from both men,” he muttered under his breath, almost as if testing the warning for cracks. “This doesn’t make any sense.”
It didn’t. And yet, it also made too much sense in the twisted reality we’d found ourselves in.
“I know,” I said, forcing myself to stay calm. “But whoever wrote it knew exactly where to find me and what was going on. That alone is enough to make me uneasy.”
Jack’s gaze flicked up to meet mine, his expression dark and unreadable. “You’re sure this was waiting in your room?”
I nodd
