I nodded.
His expression remained calm.
“Ask him whether he sent an envelope.”
I lifted the phone.
“Ethan, did you send something to my hotel?”
“What hotel?”
The fear in his voice returned instantly.
I looked at Daniel.
“No.”
Daniel’s posture changed.
Only slightly.
But enough.
“Don’t open it yet,” he said.
Ethan heard him.
“Who is there?”
“Adrian’s security.”
“Elena, listen to me. Do not tell anyone what you found tonight.”
I almost laughed at the impossible timing.
“Someone just delivered something to me, Ethan.”
“What?”
“An envelope.”
“Don’t touch it.”
Daniel was already examining the outside.
“No return address,” he said.
My name was handwritten across the front.
ELENA WALKER
Nothing else.
Daniel took a photograph and stepped down the hall to make a call.
I remained behind the partially opened door.
“Ethan,” I whispered, “who knows I’m here?”
“I didn’t even know you were at a hotel.”
