Chapter 98: When He Was Sold
Frank searched the villa like a man chased by ghosts.
He went into every room, window frame, shadow that could hide a footprint was checked twice.
Sometimes he knelt, touching the floor as if the dust could whisper to him. He muttered to himself about angles and footprints and rifles that didn't belong in this part of the world.
It was a very weird situation; all three did nothing wrong, but somehow wanted to blame each other.
And so just like that, the wind pushed the curtains in and out like tired lungs. Danielle hugged her arms, still feeling Theo's hold on her, that fierce, unshakable strength he had wrapped around her like a shield.
Was he being truthful with her? Was he really honest? She couldn't tell, and this didn't let her mind rest until Theo walked out from the corridor after checking every corner again.
He was still shirtless, tense, still wired like every muscle inside him refused to calm.
