chapter 82

I sat in the car, staring at the warehouse, my heart racing as I wondered what Christof and Ethan could be doing to poor Wayne. After a few minutes, Christof walked out, his eyes locking onto mine from the door with a smile. He approached me with an unsettling grin.

"Did you enjoy the show?" he asked, his wide grin only deepening. I glared at him, but that only made his smile grow wider.

"Your Ethan is a good actor, isn’t he?" Christof continued. I furrowed my brows, confused by his words. Why couldn’t he just get to the point? "What are you talking about?" I asked, frustration edging into my voice.

"He did say you were naive, but I didn’t think you were this naive," Christof replied. Ethan thought I was naive?

"Come on, Emily, use your brain. Did you really think you had him at your mercy?" Christof's voice dripped with condescension. "While you were planning ways to kill him, he was planning ways to kill you," he added, and my heart skipped a beat. "I don’t understand," I stammered.