Her heart froze in her chest, she stayed still, patiently waiting for the footstep to approach her, but it never did.
It just trailed away.
The room was meticulously organized. Bookshelves lined the walls, each book perfectly aligned. A mahogany desk stood center stage, its surface clean except for a single leather-bound notebook. Suzanne knew better than to touch it immediately. Andrei would notice the slightest disturbance.
She began methodically. The bookshelves first – running her fingers along the edges, checking for hidden compartments. Each movement was deliberate, careful. She pulled books slightly forward, listened for any unusual sounds, checked for loose panels.
Since she couldn't access his safe the other night, she hoped to find anything here.
Any documents that could help her in her hunt to bring Andrei down and make him pay for everything he did to her sister.
