As Zari and Ivan stepped out of the café after they ate, Zari remembered something.
“I went through the law firm you said that paid for her hotel room. I didn’t just ask; I really went through it. They don’t have any employee by the name of Nyx,” she said.
“Maybe she’s not an employee. The owner perhaps or the daughter of the owner?” Ivan replied.
“I thought of that. The owner is a man named Celestino Rijeka. Montenegrin and single. He once had a partner, but she died.”
Zari told him.
“Damn it,”
Ivan cursed as they walked along the sidewalk.
“Did you ever think that maybe your mate was using a different name when you two met? If not a different name, maybe a nickname?” she asked.
Ivan ran his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“I thought of that. Every possible reason why
