“Unfortunately, Gita sided with my mother.”
He hesitated. “Are you sure you’re safe here?” he asked. “I heard the officers talking. They said you might have been the target.”
“I’ve double-locked the back door. Staff can only comeand go through the front entrance,” Hena told him. “And you saw all the extra security roaming around.”
“You think that’s enough? Whoever did this to Gita, they’re still out there.”
“The wedding week is almost done. Besides, whoever is fucking with me, they don’t get to run me off.”
He smiled at this, and Hena’s heart lifted.
“I have nothing on deck until tonight,” Hena offered. “Come by?”
He hesitated again. “I’ll try.”
Try.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” she asked.
His eyes met hers. There was something there. Something she couldn’t read. It was gone just as quickly.
“I’m good,” he said. “Just tired.”
Before she could press, Haris walked toward them. Hena excused herself—the last thing she wanted was to risk another confrontation between the two of them.
“Gita’s okay,” she told Haris. “Hopefully the police can get to the bottom of who did this.”
“That’s what I wanted to tell you. She spoke to the police.”
“And?”
“She said someone grabbed her from behind. She didn’t even have time to react before she blacked out. She doesn’t remember anything.”
Nothing? She pushed down her disappointment. “Someone must have seen something. One of the bellhops or other workers?”
“The police are still interviewing guests, groundskeepers, and other employees to see if anyone noticed anything off. At the moment, we’ve got nothing.”
He shifted his weight, his jaw tense. Hena was afraid to ask. But—
“Is there something else?”
“Milcheck reached out. He wants us to come to the station.”
Of course he does.
“I’ve held him off for now,” Haris said. “But you and I should find time to talk through everything. Especially that video.”
Something in his expression made her throat constrict.
“I should have told you I saw Nasir the morning of our shaadi,” Hena said quietly. “He made me swear not to say a word.”
She watched Haris absorb this information. He’d been nothing but professional as each new piece of withheld information surfaced, but deep down, was he furious?
Haris sighed. “Nasir never gave us easy choices, did he?”
“He didn’t,” Hena said softly. And speaking of Nasir, there was another thing she hadn’t had a chance to tell him. Not yet.
She filled Haris in on the gossip about Nasir, the alleged sighting at Las Olas—which meant he must have been trailing the wedding guests.