The knock on the door was not loud, but it was enough to make the air inside the safe house feel tense.
No one moved for several seconds.
The living room lamp cast long shadows across the floor. Daniel still stood with a gun in his hand, while Ethan stood a few steps from the door with a sharp gaze.
Victor Hale looked the most anxious.
The man could barely breathe.
"Don't open it," he whispered in a trembling voice.
But from outside the door, Leonard Graves's voice was heard again.
Calm.
Not in a hurry.
As if he knew no one in the house could truly ignore him.
"Ethan," he called again.
"I didn't come to fight."
Daniel approached Ethan and whispered softly,
"This could be a trap."
Ethan did not answer immediately.
His mind was working fast.
Leonard Graves was not the type of person to show up without reason. The old man was always one step ahead of everyone else.
If he had come to this safe house, it meant something was very important.
Or very dangerous.
