Chapter 34.

NORA CARUSO. The grandfather clock in the corner of the library ticked, it was two in the morning. The house was dead silent, the kind of silence that felt heavy, I had been staring at the same page of a book for forty minutes and hadn't read a single word. I slammed the book shut and stood up, the leather chair groaning in protest. I couldn't sit still, my skin felt too tight for my body. Somewhere in the Czech Republic, it was morning. Currently, on a stretch of highway outside Prague, a convoy of trucks is scheduled to move. If my math was right, if my analysis of the shipping schedules was correct, Nikolai's men were waiting for them. But if I was wrong? If I had miscalculated the driver changes? If they had switched routes at the last second? If Marco and his team walked into a trap because I told them where to go? I started pacing, you're playing god, a voice whispered. I walked to the window, staring out at the darkness. My reflection stared back, ghostly, pale, with dark circle