Jonathan froze.
He knew this piece well.
It was a Chopin nocturne.
He would never forget the time Rina played it for him on an electronic keyboard at the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center.
Jonathan had been injured back then, but listening to Rina play made the pain miraculously disappear.
Her performance was etched into his memory.
Jonathan could hear his own heart pounding in his chest.
Could it be Rina?
Suddenly, he was afraid to go inside.
It was this very same music that had once led him to mistake Marina for Rina.
He had been so sure he could never be wrong about that sound.
And look how that turned out.
He had been horribly, catastrophically wrong.
Jonathan clenched his fists.
He had… already given up on finding Rina.
He abruptly turned to leave.
If he had decided to cherish the present and live in the moment, then he couldn't let this music sway him.
But as he took a step, he froze again.
A thought occurred to him—something he had never considered before.
Linden, the world-famous pianist, was Niamh’s student.
He had followed them here to the Grand Riverview Hotel.
What if…
What if Niamh could play the piano too?
What if the person playing inside at this very moment was actually Niamh…
Jonathan’s eyes widened.
He spun back around, but his phone suddenly rang.
He wanted to ignore it, but the caller ID showed it was Prescott.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Thomas, I have a lead on The Vipers' Nest… I found someone, a name within the organization… they call him Joker.”

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