Nadia didn't blink. "I felt it was odd that they didn't call up until now. I stopped by the station on my way here."
"They told me I must have gotten the district station wrong, so I gave them all the information I had on the two men. I just received a call now—they're not policemen," she explained, voice sharp with urgency.
Zara's lips parted, but no sound came out. Her knees buckled, and she leaned against the edge of her desk to steady herself.
'Does that mean I'm still being followed? Was the man at the window stalking me?'
Her fingers clenched around a fold of her dress, knuckles white. 'The gold isn't safe.'
"But why? Why would someone be stalking me?" she asked, voice shaky, trying to deflect Nadia's probing eyes.
But Nadia wasn't buying it. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze narrowing. "You sure you don't know?"
Zara felt her breath catch in her throat. There was something about Nadia's tone—a knowing edge that made her heart skip.
'Does she know?'
