Chapter 180

ZACHARIAS TAPPED AWAY AT his laptop, but his attention was on the screen across the room. The one under constant surveillance. All eyes were on Yael. Everyone wanted to know where she'd been, what she'd done. While he just wanted-needed-her dead.

"Hey, Zach?"

Zacharias.

He grit his teeth and schooled his face into a pleasant mask.

Baron lowered himself into the chair next to Zacharias' desk. Usually he had an office, but because of Yael and the sensitive nature of her questioning, they'd put everyone they thought they could trust in this room for the duration of her incarceration.

"You look worried." Zacharias folded his hands on the desktop.

"I was hoping you might have some insight into what Yael might be thinking." He tapped his knuckles against his chin, gaze distant. "I didn't know her as well in those last few years."

"I wish I could tell you more." Zacharias shrugged.

"I know. I thought I'd ask."

"What's bothering you?"