None of this makes sense. Athena mused as she went through the stacks of paper on Morgan's desk.
All she could see, from the stacks of papers in the cupboards, on the library shelves, and now on the desk, were hotel bills, receipts for books, or home appliances bought. There was nothing relevant, not even a clue leading to the drugs, the guns, or even the political figure behind this mess.
Had this been a wasted effort? She wondered, sitting tiredly on the comfortable bed. Should they have waited?
She shook her head immediately. She didn't think so. If she had waited even one more night, Susan would have been dead. That made all the efforts worth it.
Sighing wearily, she gave up on the stacks of useless papers and turned to Ewan. Since the search had started, she had been taking furtive glances at him, and so far he hadn't opened any secret doors. Was it that there were none here?
