Luke stayed focused on the man who had brought him to this private clinic. “How do you know?”
Frank’s tone was steady. “I have sources of information that must remain confidential. If I could share them with you, I would. But I’m duty bound to keep them private.”
“Sending me to Peterbalm’s could have gotten me killed,” Luke said.
“I realize that now,” Frank said. “I’m sorry. I knew the box had been stolen, and I wanted to recover it. I didn’t know that men were prepared to do anything to get their hands on it.”
“And if you hadn’t sent Luke to my office, I’d probably be dead,” Olivia interjected.
For long moments, none of them spoke as they all absorbed the reality of the past few days.
Finally, Frank looked at Olivia. “There’s something else I’d better tell you.”
“Something else bad?”
“The guys who were after the box broke into your apartment and made pretty much of a mess.”
Olivia groaned.
“We’ve had a crew putting it back together.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Right. But we didn’t want you to come home to a mess—or a shattered sliding glass door. If you find some things broken or missing, you’ll know why.”
Olivia nodded. “Thank you.”
Frank shifted his gaze to Luke. “Can you tell me about the warrior?”