CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The car ride back to the hotel took eleven minutes.
I counted every single one of them.
Daniel sat beside me. Silent. Eyes forward. The controlled stillness of a man holding something in with both hands and not letting any of it show on his face.
I looked out the window.
Rome sliding past. Beautiful. Ancient. Completely indifferent to the fact that I had just sat across a table from the man who had my father killed and come out the other side not knowing what to believe about the man sitting beside me.
I didn't speak.
Neither did he.
Eleven minutes of silence that had so much inside it I could barely breathe.
I walked straight to my room when we got back.
Didn't look at him. Didn't wait for him. Just walked…down the corridor, key card out, door open, inside.
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