Page 35 of Night Fall (The Quantico Files 1)

“I think it is. But I wonder if we’re supposed to assume it’s the Circle punishing Willow for not protecting its book, especially given the drawing above my old bed. But again, why? It still seems odd that angels would have such vengeance. Unless...”

“Unless what?”

Alex cleared her throat. “Unless it’s not about The Book, Logan. What if it’s about a person? Someone they don’t want us to find.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know. Maybe this Gedrose? Maybe they know I saw his face when I was young, and they want to silence me. Maybe they killed Willow and Nettie to scare me. To force me to keep quiet.”

“But if this guy is so important, why send him to the hospital where you might see him? Doesn’t make sense. They could have ordered someone else to kill Nettie.”

Alex nodded. “You’re right. The guy we’re looking for probably isn’t that far up in the chain of command. Maybe he’s just a private in their twisted army.”

“Can you remember anything else about him?”

“I’ve tried, but that one incident was the only time I came face-to-face with any of them.”

Logan frowned. “Your room wasn’t all that far from the living room. Did you ever overhear anything that might help us?”

Alex shook her head. “I didn’t want to hear them. Most of the time I listened to music through headphones. They didn’t always meet at Willow’s house, by the way. They had other meeting places too. I assume they took turns hosting their little soirees.”

“Well, at least we have this guy’s name. We know he used to be a cop. It’s more than we had before you remembered him.”

She nodded. “Even though he didn’t say a word to me, something about him frightened me. He—”

Someone knocked on the door. Alex glanced at her watch. Nine o’clock in the morning. “Must be housekeeping,” she said as she rose from her chair. “I’ll tell them to skip it. What about your room?”

“I’m good.”

For a second, Alex wondered if she should make sure it was housekeeping before she opened the door, but then she decided she was being paranoid. How would anyone from the Circle know where she was staying?

She opened the door, expecting to see a maid with a cart. Instead, she looked into the face of the man she’d met as a child. The one in her drawing—only older. She reached for her gun, but she wasn’t wearing it.

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