CHAPTER 265

Henry’s POV

The weight of the night pressed heavily upon me as I paced the confines of my dimly lit room. The ticking clock on the wall seemed to mock me with every second that passed, each one a reminder of how precariously I was balancing on the edge of a razor-thin line.

The authorities had cast their net wide across France, and I could feel the pressure closing in on me. The whole world seemed to be a trap, and escape was slipping through my fingers.

My breath came in short, ragged bursts as I struggled to keep my nerves in check. The only solace was the knowledge that tomorrow morning, I would be on a private plane back to the US, thanks to my associate Vito Romano. He really did have plenty of helpful underground connections.

The thought of finally being reunited with Julia was the only thing that kept me going, the only thing that made the fear and frustration bearable.

I stepped over to the window and stared out into the darkness, the city lights below shimmering like distan