Silent Enemy

Evelyn had ordered a car to take him to the hotel. In his room, Daniel flopped across the bed to think. Like some people assembled a puzzle, his brain began to sort bits of information, trying to create order from chaos.

One problem ate at him. If the statue had been stolen for an art collector, why was it still floating around? The answer wasn’t one he liked and once more warning signals went off.

Daniel sincerely hoped his instincts were wrong this time. Otherwise Sam was in deeper trouble than she knew.

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