The Gregory’s attack

We’ll wait in the panic room.” Alero stands inside the suite by a door I’ve never entered, though I knew it existed. I move away from him as if he wants to lock me away.

I lift my chin, but my voice shakes. “I’ll wait in the spare bedroom.”

Natasha silences Alero when he tries again. She guides him out of the suite and shuts the door. I know they won’t go far. I told the guards not to move my father, not out of spite, but because he’s too frail. And Regina decides to sit with me by the window. Her body isn’t sprawled across the straight-back chair. She sits upright, leaning toward the glass until her nose almost touches it. She’s not waiting for Alfredo but watching for Atkins.

I’m scared Sara wasn’t lying.

“You saw me, didn’t you?” I ask her. As Sara and I left the office earlier, I saw movement from the corner of my eye on the staircase. I didn’t dare turn to look, but whoever it was, they hurried out of sight.

Regina stares out the window, not daring to turn her head, not even a li