Chapter 159

• Nathan's POV
• I stood near the window of the hotel room, arms folded, eyes trained on the street below while my mind spun relentlessly. The room still smelled faintly of the cologne I never wore and the damn floral scent Vanessa seemed to leave behind like a stain on everything she touched. Seymour walked in, flanked by two unfamiliar faces—a man in his late forties and a young lady with an anxious look plastered on her face.
• “These two were the ones involved,” Seymour said flatly.