A hidden thing is only leverage while the person who hid it still believes it is hidden.

So I closed the panel, and I checked that it sat flush, and I went and helped make dinner, and I have never in my life wanted anything as much as I wanted to go back into that room.

Chapter 17 — Business Interests in Portugal

By eight the dining room was lit only by candles, and Jonathan poured water into my glass, his demeanor entirely changed from the afternoon.

“I spoke with the travel agent today,” he said, leaning back with a satisfied smile.