Eighty One

SILAS’S POVImogen finally fell asleep sometime after midnight, still curled against me on the couch with her face pressed against my chest and one of her hands holding my shirt.I stayed there for a while, running my hand slowly over her back until her breathing became steady. She had cried herself to sleep after telling me everything about Rossi, and even after she stopped crying, she had refused to move away from me.When her fingers finally loosened around my shirt, I slipped one arm beneath her knees and the other around her back before lifting her from the couch.She stirred against me as I carried her into the bedroom.“Silas…” she murmured, her hand tightening weakly against my shirt.“I am here,” I whispered.Her head settled against my chest again.I lowered her onto the bed carefully and pulled the duvet over her. She moved toward my side almost immediately, reaching across the empty space without opening her eyes.I watched her for another second before picking up my phone

Eighty two

PERRY’S POVThe knock came a little after nine in the morning, while I was standing by the window with a cup of coffee I had barely touched.I had not slept properly since the news about Rossi broke. I expected the police to contact me again after they found her body, but I expected a phone call, not someone pounding on my hotel door.When I opened it, Agent Leo stood outside with two officers.I looked from him to the officers and tightened my fingers around the door handle. “What now?”“You need to come with us.”“For what?”“We have more questions about Valeria Rossi.”“Then ask them.”“Not here.”I looked past him at the officers before stepping back. “Am I under arrest?”Leo held my eyes. “You are being taken in for questioning.”“That does not answer my question.”“It answers enough of it. Get your shoes.”I stared at him for another second before walking away from the door. The fact that he was not arguing with me bothered me more than if he had.I grabbed my phone from the tab

Eighty Three

IMOGEN’S POV“What never existed?”Silas did not flinch. Instead, he ended the call and placed his phone on the desk before turning to me.I stood by the door, holding the front of his shirt with one hand as I looked from him to the phone.“Footage from one of my clubs,” he said.“What footage?”He glanced at the screen one last time before turning it facedown on the desk. “One of my managers has been stealing from me. Pete found footage that proves it and wanted to hand it over to the police.”My eyebrows pulled together as my eyes dropped to the phone. “And you told him to wipe it?”Silas slipped one hand into his pocket, his eyes staying on mine as if we were discussing something completely normal.“I would rather deal with the man myself.”He walked over and stopped in front of me, lowering his head slightly as he looked at my face.I watched him closely, waiting for something else.A question about how long I had been standing there or how much I had heard would have made sense,

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