MISTAKE 165

Chapter 165: The police set a trap

Anya didn't put up even a token protest, merely inclining her head in acquiescence. Truth be told, the thought of reclining on one of the plush sofas in their mahogany-paneled sitting room held immense appeal right about now. Perhaps she could sneak in yet another restorative nap with Daniel's soothing presence beside her... She was just rising from her chair, intent on following her husband back inside, when her phone buzzed with an incoming text notification from Emma's number. A frown etched her brow as she quickly scanned the message:

"Did you hear from the police? Martin woke up. Just got a call from the cops about him claiming Gina trying to off him. Would it be wrong if I laugh?"

Sucking in a sharp breath, Anya felt her lingering weariness dissipate as her mind was forced to confront the familial drama she'd tried to put from her mind. Of course Emma would be irate that she hadn't been immediately looped in on the update regarding their stepmother's apparent attempt on Martin's life.

"Everything okay?" Daniel's concerned voice broke through her distracted reverie.

"It's...nothing, really," Anya hedged, forcing a tight smile. "Just my sister overreacting to some nonsense with our stepmother, as usual. I'll fill her in later once I have all the details straight."

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It wasn't a total lie any situation involving Martin and Gina was usually rife with overblown hyst Daniels from someone. With a shake of her head, Anya tucked her phone away and reached to slip her arm through the crook of Daniel's elbow. "Come, my love," she said, purposefully affecting a tone of nonchalance. "You're right - a bit

f rest and relaxation is just what I need to recharge this afternoon."

If Daniel suspected her abrupt subject change was avoidance, he gave no outward indication. Squeezing her hand in silent support, he turned and guided her back inside their sanctuary,

of family drama that still insisted

away

ahead. "All right, people, listen up," Carr addressed the assembled team of officers. "We have strong reason to believe an assassin has been contracted to finish the job on Martin Jones while he's still recovering here. The wife, Gina

who took over the briefing. "Our best intel suggests the attempt

his original room, with

professional, so we have to be on high alert.

H

go signal over comms, is that clear?

smile of satisfaction. He'd overseen enough of these high-stakes stings in his years on the force

on the road. I want everyone in position by

of the unconscious Martin Jones tucked beneath the starchy linens. Several others had adopted roles as night staff -

a worried family member, he would be perfectly placed to make the bust once their mark inevitably took the bait.

people," he muttered under his breath, keying

whiling away the long hours of the night. He could only imagine the tension gripping the officer laying in

Carr was beginning to wonder if their intel had been compromised somehow, the faintest sound of footsteps reached his ears...footsteps that seemed to be

fought not to react, not to tense up even as his hand strayed towards the concealed holster beneath his jacket. The footfalls continued advancing until they reached

once more for what felt like an eternity. Then, an infinitesimal gesture from the officer playing Jones shifted the air current just enough to allow a whisper of sound to reach

M

his comms, already surging to his feet and leading

the wards Jones's

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