Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 90498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 452(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Nodding, I walk to the bedroom and let myself in. Just like every other day, Lara moves to the side of the bed, her body tensing with fear. Since yesterday she’s been wearing the dresses I had Nisa bring to the room. The colorful patterns make her look even younger.
Some color is returning to her face, and she seems to be gaining weight. She doesn’t look as gaunt anymore, her striking eyes sparkling brighter.
Lara never keeps eye contact because she’s always on guard and scared shitless.
That doesn’t mean she’s not brave.
Not once has she cried, and not a day has passed where she hasn’t tried to break the fucking shackle.
Yesterday, Dr. Bayram removed the IV and said Lara was recovering well.
Trying a different strategy today, I shut the door behind me and take a seat on the chair. Removing my gun from behind my back, I release the clip.
As I lift my eyes to Lara’s, I say, “For every right answer, I’ll remove a bullet. By the time I’m done questioning you, I’ll use the remaining bullets on you.”
I watch as fear darkens her eyes until they almost look like the night sky, light blue flecks shining like stars.
The woman’s eyes are something else. She can keep her facial expression neutral, but her eyes give away her emotions.
“Why were you at Aqua?” I ask for the hundredth time.
Lara takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “To get dinner for Mr. Mazur.”
Again, my thoughts turn back to the scene outside the restaurant. Lara’s shocked expression. Her outburst. Her fear. How she ordered another meal and left without looking at our table.
Unfortunately, I’m really starting to believe her.
My thumb moves, ejecting a bullet. I set the round down on the armrest.
Lara’s eyes widen, and I watch as relief trickles into them.
“Does Mazur have any romantic relationships?”
Her brow creases, and for a split second, she looks repulsed. “Not that I know of.”
I focus on the emotion she let slip by her defenses. “Why are you repulsed by the question?”
She shrugs. Her gaze darts to the clip in my hand before meeting my eyes again. “It’s hard to imagine Mr. Mazur being intimate in any way.”
“No girlfriends? No wives?”
She shakes her head. “None that I’ve seen.”
I remove another bullet. When I set it down next to the other one, Lara relaxes more.
Questioning the woman, I’ve learned a couple of things. She has zero loyalty to Mazur. I have no idea what her life was like, but I can imagine it wasn’t good. I’ve heard Mazur has a habit of killing his staff for the slightest offense.
Lara might have expressive eyes, but I’ve never seen a flicker of hope in them. This woman has been conditioned to survive at all costs, which means if she had information on Mazur, she would’ve given it to save herself.
My only hope is that she knows something she’s unaware of. Working in the mansion, she could’ve overheard something of value that meant nothing to her.
“How have you managed to survive twenty-two years?”
There’s a flash of a frown before her features become expressionless again. This time the light in her eyes dim.
When she doesn’t answer me immediately, I slowly repeat. “Working for Mazur, how did you survive twenty-two years?” To get a reaction out of her, I add, “I can only assume you’re of value to him. He must care about you.”
Lara’s features tense with a flash of hatred. Again it’s only for the slightest moment.
“I mean nothing to him. I survived by doing my job and not causing any trouble.”
To encourage her, I take another bullet from the clip and set it down on the armrest. “How did you explain the ruined meal to him?”
I watch as all emotion leaves her eyes until they almost seem lifeless. “I didn’t tell him.”
I stare at her for a moment, but this time there’s no increasing fear on her part. “But something happened,” I murmur.
“I was late.”
For the first time since I took her prisoner, Lara seems to shut down completely. Having done it myself many times before, I recognize the emptiness in her eyes.
Out of curiosity, I ask, “And?”
“I was punished.”
Which reminds me. “Does Mazur keep a bullet with your name on it?”
She immediately nods. “Yes.”
“Do you know of someone close to Mazur who doesn’t have a bullet with their name carved on it?”
Slowly, she shakes her head, and only then do I realize she has her hair up in a bun.
“I’ve never looked inside the box,” she answers.
I slip another bullet out of the clip. “Still, I find it interesting that you’ve lasted this long.”
There’s a spark of life in her eyes again. “Mr. Kowalski worked for Mr. Mazur since I was five. I’m not the only one who’s managed to stay alive.”
“Who is Kowalski?”
“The head butler.”
I remember the elderly man who spoke on behalf of the group in the basement and assume he’s Kowalski. I have men stationed at the house in case Mazur is stupid enough to return. I’ll get them to question the butler.