"Please, have a seat," Lenox invited the Russian woman, offering her a drink before sitting across from her at the desk.
"What's going on?" she asked, taking the drink and looking at him with evident concern. "I'm nervous, did something bad happen?"
"A friend of mine is in this hospital," he confessed, hesitantly but with a serious expression. "We had talked days ago, right after he returned from his trip."
"And does that have anything to do with me?" she asked, showing increasing confusion.
"It has a lot to do with you," Lenox continued. "It turns out he's a cousin of Lily Moretti, your husband's lover."
"What?"
"He was taken to the emergency room for a suspected car accident, but investigations confirmed problems with the car's brakes."
"Did he die?"
"No, he's in intensive care,"
