LOGINCHAPTER 134 Nikolai decided to go to the penthouse rather than the residence when he returned from his trip.The penthouse felt different after days away. Nikolai dropped his luggage immediately he stepped out the elevator and loosened his tie, fatigue from the conference and cross-country flight settling into his bones. "You're back!" Indy appeared from the bedroom wearing one of his shirts, the hem hitting mid-thigh, her hair tousled in that calculated way that was supposed to look effortless. She crossed the living room with a model's grace. "I missed you," she murmured, sliding her arms around his neck and pressing against him. "You finally returned." Nikolai returned the embrace automatically, his body going through motions his mind had disconnected from. She smelled like expensive perfume and ambition, and when she tilted her face up for a kiss, he gave it to her. "How was your trip?" she asked, leading him toward the couch, her fingers working at the buttons of his shirt.
CHAPTER 133The morning of Nikolai's departure began with the organized chaos of last-minute packing. Tiana watched from her wheelchair in the hallway as he moved efficiently between rooms, checking his briefcase, confirming flight details on his phone, issuing instructions to Maryann about household matters.Pascal clung to his father's leg in the foyer, small face scrunched with concern. "How long will you be gone?""Four days, buddy." Nikolai crouched down to eye level, adjusting Pascal's shirt collar with careful fingers. "The tech conference in Seattle, remember? We talked about this.""But what if I need you?""Then you call me. Anytime, day or night." Nikolai pulled him into a hug, and Tiana saw something tighten in his expression. "But you're going to be fine. You're a brave boy.""I know." Pascal's voice was muffled against Nikolai's shoulder. "But I still don't want you to go."Nikolai pulled back, smoothed Pascal's hair. "I need you to do something very important for me whi
CHAPTER 132The café was nearly empty at this hour. Nikolai sat in the same corner booth as before, back to the wall, eyes on the entrance. His third black coffee had gone cold in front of him.The bell above the door chimed, and Locke McNeil entered with the same unremarkable efficiency that made him so effective. He scanned the café, then made his way to Nikolai's booth."Mr. Toriaga." McNeil slid into the seat opposite, setting a brown manila envelope on the table between them."You have something for me," Nikolai said."Everything you need is right there." McNeil tapped the envelope with one finger. "Background check on Jaden Cole, surveillance reports on Miss Selma, timeline analysis, relationship mapping. It's comprehensive."Nikolai didn't reach for it immediately. He studied McNeil's face instead, looking for tells, for signs of what the contents might reveal. The investigator's expression remained neutral, but something flickered in his eyes."Tell me," Nikolai said. "Before
CHAPTER 131 The doorbell rang at six-thirty, just as the evening shadows were stretching long across the living room. Pascal, who had been listlessly pushing his new dinosaur models around the coffee table, perked up immediately. "I'll get it!" he shouted, scrambling to his feet. "Pascal, wait for Maryann…" Tiana called, but he was already racing toward the entrance hall, his earlier disappointment temporarily forgotten in the excitement of a visitor. Tiana maneuvered her wheelchair to follow. She found Pascal launching himself at Sandy in the foyer, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Aunt Sandy! You came!" "Of course I came, birthday boy." Sandy hugged him back, her designer handbag sliding off her shoulder. "Did you think I'd miss celebrating with you?" "Everyone else forgot," Pascal said matter-of-factly, then brightened. "But Mummy and Daddy remembered! And we went to the museum, but then…" He stopped, some instinct telling him not to finish that sentence. Sandy's eyes f
CHAPTER 130Pascal's eyes opened at exactly 6:47 a.m., three minutes before his alarm was set to go off. He lay still for a moment, staring at the glow-in-the-dark stars on his ceiling, then sat bolt upright as memory crashed over him like a wave.His birthday. He is nine years old today.He scrambled out of bed, his dinosaur pajamas twisted from sleep, and padded barefoot across the plush carpet. The house was quiet with that heavy, early-morning silence that felt like the whole world was holding its breath. He opened his door carefully, peeked out into the hallway.His first stop was Mummy's room.He knocked softly, then pushed the door open when there was no answer. The bedroom was empty. There was no wheel chair or Mummy.Pascal's stomach twisted with a feeling he couldn't quite name. She'd promised. She'd promised she'd be here for his birthday, that they'd spend the whole day together at the museum. Had she forgotten? Had something happened?He hurried down the hallway to the ot
Chapter 129 Nikolai exchanged a glance with Sandy, who was watching him with an expression he couldn't quite read. He picked up the cup in his right hand, hesitated, then took a small sip. The tea was hot, slightly bitter, with notes of bergamot. Earl Grey, maybe. Sandy drank from her left cup, then set it down. "Now the second one," Raymond instructed. This time Nikolai didn't hesitate. He drank from the second cup. It had same temperature, same flavor profile. He set both cups on the table. "They taste identical." "Exactly." Raymond leaned forward, intensity radiating from him. "Can you tell any difference at all? Texture, aftertaste, anything?" "No," Nikolai admitted. "They're the same." "They're not." Raymond picked up one of Nikolai's discarded cups, held it up to the light. "One of these contains a carefully measured dose of thallium sulfate. Not enough to harm you, barely above therapeutic levels for certain medical treatments. But enough to demonstrate a point." The ro







