Chapter 32
[Chapter 32: Old World, New Nightmare]
Zurich in the spring was beautiful, cold, and utterly indifferent to Ethan’s panic. The city smelled of roasted chestnuts and damp cobblestones as Ethan stepped out of a taxi in the historic Niederdorf district.
He found the address—a narrow, five-story stone building squeezed between a luxury watch boutique and a chocolate shop. The heavy oak door at the front was unlocked.
Ethan crept inside, his hand resting on the heavy tactical flashlight he had packed in his luggage—his only legal weapon. The air inside smelled of old paper and expensive cigars.
He climbed the creaking wooden stairs to the third floor. At the end of the hallway, a door stood slightly ajar, a sliver of golden light spilling onto the floor.
Ethan pushed the door open, his body tense, ready for an ambush.
The room was a lavishly furnished library. Sitting in a leather armchair by a roaring fireplace was Patricia. She was wearing a tailored cashmere sweater, sipping a glass of dark red wine. She looked younger, rested, and terrifyingly victorious.
“You made excellent time, Ethan,” she said smoothly, not even looking up from her book.
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“Where is Melissa?” Ethan growled, stepping into the room, his eyes scanning the corners for Marcus Vance or another hired muscle.
Patricia set her book down, a look of profound disappointment crossing her face. “Always so predictable. You come all this way, across the Atlantic, and the first thing you ask for is the sister who betrayed you? Sit down, son. We have millions of dollars to distribute.
