The sound of water came from the bathroom, and Wayne Bailey's coat was still on the chair beside the bed.
Anna Jadwin's mind went blank, her hands subconsciously touching her face, her glasses...
She fumbled on the nightstand for her black-framed glasses and put them on, her little face turning a frightened pale as she thought about sneaking out of bed to leave immediately.
The bathroom door clicked open—
Anna's movements froze in place, unsure whether to run or to stay put.
Wayne, wearing a bathrobe with his hair damp, his face showing a tight handsomeness, looked at her, "Leaving?"
Anna Jadwin wished she could slap herself—
Wayne had recognized her long ago, and she had naively thought she could deceive everyone.
Last night's banquet was a trap set for her, the little monkey's flowers, the lucky card, definitely all his elaborate design.
But she was so foolish, knowing nothing at all.