Zane believed they were worrying for nothing, as he watched Spider at work.
They were all in the latter's cottage, deliberately removed from the main mansion so as not to disturb its sleeping inhabitants, but to Zane, this entire midnight operation felt unnecessary, bordering on dramatic.
Gianna was working herself to death—that was it. Nothing more. Nothing sinister.
He was tempted to leave and head to Sandro's place where he was staying for the time being, to stretch out, pour himself a drink, and sleep. But his desire to say I told you so to his friend won out in the end.
And so there he was, sitting on the couch with his legs crossed, posture relaxed to the point of provocation, looking every shade of bored as his gaze drifted lazily around the room.
"Vance Kleverman…" Spider called out, breaking the silence.
Zane glanced up just as Spider leaned closer to the laptop, eyes preened and intent on the glowing screen before him.
