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.“I don’t know what in particular, but if he’s trying to protect you, then maybe he’s just seeing things you don’t see.Seeing reasons, good reasons, to keep you out of it.”“Yeah, he certainly thinks so,” Avery whined again.She just needed one person to take her side.One person to legitimize her as not being crazy.Or maybe she just wanted to do what she wanted to do and not feel guilty about it.A noise outside stole her attention and Avery lowered the phone.A dark feeling seizing her, she whispered a hasty goodbye to Leela before dropping the phone on the bed.The noise had been distinct, close by, and certainly no coincidence.After staying up all night, she’d become accustomed to the sounds of this hall and no one truly walked by this room.Avery sucked in a breath and forced her feet to move.She pressed her ear close to the wood and grasped the cold knob.Avery heard the noise again, but this time it was more distinct.It was crying.She cracked open the door without another thought.The harpie rushed in so quickly that Avery sprung backwards.The door slammed shut behind them and sealed the room.“I’m so sorry.”Evelyn had collapsed against the floor.Hair messed up beyond recognition and makeup smeared into black circles, Avery didn’t even recognize her for a moment.“I’m so sorry.” She kept repeating the phrase in a hoarse voice.“What’s going on?” Avery finally snapped out of the shock and joined the woman on the floor.She couldn’t say her nerves had lessened any to see the woman in her room.As far as she’d known, Evelyn had quit talking to her.What spurred the sudden reappearance scared Avery.She tried to remember what they spoke about last, what Evelyn was going on about, but her brain didn’t work and the woman kept sobbing.“I shouldn’t be here.I shouldn’t.But I couldn’t stop myself and then your guard was gone, so I came,” Evelyn whispered.Avery glanced towards the door.Leon had been missing.Probably better things to do this close to Mason’s speech, but that didn’t make her happy.Avery took a moment to ready herself.“Okay, then tell me.Why? Why not?” Avery urged.“Last time I saw you, you asked me if I knew anything about Adalyn.” With Avery’s nodding, Evelyn continued even more slowly.“I’ve heard of Adalyn.But I know of Patrick Smith.”Avery let out a long breath.The room was quiet just as outside her window was silence, an odd union of anticipation among everyone on the island.It made Avery take a quick moment to size up the room again.The hallway had been empty, but the air vents still blew loudly and open.Unsure of the acoustics, Avery joined her in whispers.“What of him?”“They know where he is.Did you know that?” Evelyn asked.Avery took a moment to absorb the words this time.Evelyn’s dreary face told a bigger story than she was speaking.“They have files on him.In their office.They kept an eye on him.Tabs on him because he’s not a normal assassin.He’s the best of the best.He can get past any security.He can go anywhere.”“Why would he want to? Even if he could get to me, why would he want to?” Avery demanded louder than she should have.Her words returned to her off the corners and the walls.She shut her mouth with a snap.“I don’t know.If you must know, find out for yourself,” Evelyn added the last part a bit bitterly.“Their files are just on the other side of the hall.”Avery’s breath hitched in her chest.The room felt dangerously hot and for all of the vent’s blowing, it felt like no air passed through.Avery remained on her haunches while her mind knew exactly what the woman meant.She’d been in the police station before, almost a year ago when she was trying to evade the guard herself.And she knew exactly how to sneak in, but it was foolish the first time and would be even more dangerous the next.“You’re insane.”“You wanted to know.I told you.And I’ve endangered my life to do it.Tell me now.Do you know him? Patrick.The murderer of great men.”Avery pictured Patrick as she’d seen him last.The harpie of a stockier build but equally tall and powerful.While he could visibly be a force to reckon with, he’d never worn anything but a cocky smile.That was until she’d seen him in the forest.He’d seized Adalyn with the command of general.It didn’t seem like the Patrick she had known.But she hadn’t really known him.Avery pictured him instead from the stories, from his picture on the most wanted flyers, and in the clearing where he stole Adalyn away.She thought of all the Alaskans he’d murdered while chasing Adalyn down and approaching Avery.She didn’t have to picture him now, the feeling in the pit of her stomach was enough to know that was the real Patrick.“Yeah.We’ve met before.”Evelyn’s hand went up swiftly, a single finger pointed toward the west.“I’ll give you your opening.This is your only shot.”The harpie woman stood and swiftly exited, leaving Avery scrambling to follow.She dropped the robe and threw on jeans.Tying her hair back in a knot, she slid on shoes, and then hurried out into the hall.Avery slid to a stop the second she reached the grand hall.It was empty.The lights hadn’t remained on bright enough to eclipse the entire room.There were supposed to be guards.Where had they gone?She heard Evelyn cry out from another floor.Footsteps rushed in that direction and it became clear that this distraction was Avery’s cover.The capitol building was a virtual maze with the same white walls and tiled ceilings.The doors were never adorned with any numbers or lettering.The fact that her feet led her back to that room was not just a miracle but a testament to her memory.After checking that the visual area was clear, she pressed her ear up against the door.Upon hearing nothing, she twisted the knob and peeked inside.Miraculously it seemed the place remained empty.She stepped inside and did an entire checkup on the interior.Her lead stomach dropped another inch, but it took a few moments for her to realize why.She’d snuck into a place she’d been before—Samuel’s old office and study.It’d been almost a year that passed and at least three months since Samuel had died in Portland.The room had once been vast and extravagant.Bookshelves lined the wall, maps and rustic antiques fit everywhere else.His beautiful wooden desk had once been stacked with papers.With life.It didn’t strike her immediately what had changed besides the thick layer of dust that sat on top of everything.But upon closer inspection, she could see the phantom shadows where things that had once sat so long as to indent the world around it had been taken away.The desk had been completely removed and with it, all recent signs of life.“Stop it, Avery,” she warned herself in a whisper.Now was not the time to be sentimental about a man she barely knew, even if that man had saved her life two times.Shuffling over, she found the vent in the corner.The metal grate had never been fixed from before and sat askew on its hinges.If anyone had noticed it, they had not been concerned with fixing it.It came loose with a gentle tug and she set it aside.Slipping inside the vent was more difficult than before, but once her last limb was in, she hurried [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]