Chapter 108 Running Out Of Time

• Martin straightened outside Anna's door, the bouquet trembling slightly in his hand. Not from nerves-he was long past that-but from the weight of what he needed to do. He glanced down at the delicate collection of lilies and tulips in his hands.
• He had to get Anna to talk. He was running out of time.
• But how? If he pushed too hard, she would start getting suspicious of him and his intentions, and that might make her pull away. But if he played it slow, like he had been doing so far, he would be left with nothing. No leads. No information. No Adriano Santoro.