THE SECOND KEY
(Elena's POV)
I didn't knock. I walked into the study and put the phone down on his desk in front of him.
He read the message with his hands still in his pockets.
"Ask him about the window," he said out loud.
"Which window?"
He was already moving.
He went out onto the terrace in his shirtsleeves without stopping for a coat. I followed him to the door and watched him walk the length of the glass with his phone up, checking every frame from the outside while the wind pushed his hair flat to his head.
Then he came back in, walked past me, and kept going.
I found him at the end of the back hall, standing in front of the narrow window above the closet, where the light is bad and nobody ever goes.
"Come here," he said.
I went.
He angled the phone up at the frame. The l
