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..."
Athena hated the pool of satisfaction that swayed comfortably in her belly.
Clicking her tongue in distaste, to Ewan’s chagrin, she collected the journal first.
Ewan followed suit, a little grumpy, retrieving the stash of papers.
They both sat on the ground, as if sharing the same thought that most likely the president’s secret society was already nearby, and they didn’t want the latter to have these findings. freeweɓnovel.cøm
"What do you have there?" Ewan asked, dropping the papers that depicted some kind of transaction between Morgan and a man with the code name Crayfish. Ewan hadn’t seen any code name so ridiculous.
"Names of people he has been sent to kill, along with the names of government officials who wanted them dead." Athena’s voice was tainted with awe and excitement.
Ewan’s mouth opened slightly. "Really?" He asked, shifting closer to Athena so that he could glance into the book.
Athena, not pleased with the closeness, cleared her throat, stood up, and walked hastily to the desk. She splayed the book on the table and continued reading.
Ewan wasn’t sure what happened, but he was curious about the journal. So he got to his feet and walked to the desk, peering down at the journal.
"Wow..." He muttered, recognizing the names of prominent men in government, including a few religious figures. "This is a goldmine."
Athena nodded in agreement. "A backup plan in case things go awry. He could literally survive on this. One name here would cost more than a million dollars."
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