Chapter 251: Long Night XV
None of this makes sense. Athena mused as she went through the stacks of paper on Morgan’s desk.
All she could see, from the stacks of papers in the cupboards, on the library shelves, and now on the desk, were hotel bills, receipts for books, or home appliances bought. There was nothing relevant, not even a clue leading to the drugs, the guns, or even the political figure behind this mess.
Had this been a wasted effort? She wondered, sitting tiredly on the comfortable bed. Should they have waited?
She shook her head immediately. She didn’t think so. If she had waited even one more night, Susan would have been dead. That made all the efforts worth it.
Sighing wearily, she gave up on the stacks of useless papers and turned to Ewan. Since the search had started, she had been taking furtive glances at him, and so far he hadn’t opened any secret doors. Was it that there were none here?
She got to her feet in resignation, about to suggest they get out of here, when Ewan, squatting in the eastern corner of the room, exclaimed, "Aha!" right before a space in the wall caved open.
A safe space? Athena called it, feeling hope flicker in her chest. Maybe they would find something worthwhile!
Quickly, she covered the distance between herself and Ewan, squatting beside him when she reached the spot, smiling in satisfaction, unable to help it, when she saw another stash of papers nestled with some gold bars, a gun that had a government insignia, and a journal.
The journal didn’t surprise her; anyone who was a reader often developed the habit of writing as well. In this case, this was a huge advantage for her.
"Aren’t you going to empty the space?" She asked Ewan, noticing his inaction. "Are you sensing some booby trap?"
Ewan chuckled softly and shook his head. "Not at all. I just thought you would do the honors..."