Page 73 of Enigma

She leaned against the sink a moment, her thoughts racing.

What had Tevin learned?

She was certain it had the ability to change everything.

She was reaching for the faucet when she heard the door close behind her with a soft click.

Then a familiar voice said, “Hello, Olive.”

She spun around, her instincts instantly on alert.

Elena Vasquez stood there, her back against the door, effectively blocking the only exit. One hand slipped behind her, and she locked the door.

The woman looked exactly as she had at the airport—sharp business attire, calculating eyes, and the stillness of a professional criminal who wasn’t squeamish about violence.

Olive knew that, because of the setup at the restaurant, Elena had probably entered through the back door and followed Olive down the hallway into the bathroom.

In other words: Jason wouldn’t have seen anything.

“You really should have taken my offer.” Elena stepped away from the door, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Two million dollars to walk away. That was generous. Very generous. I would have taken it in a heartbeat.”

“I’m not interested in your money.” Olive backed toward the far wall, her mind racing through her options.

The restroom was small—maybe six feet by eight feet.

There was no room to maneuver, and she didn’t have her gun with her.

That meant this fight would be primal.

“That’s unfortunate.” Elena smirked. “Because my employers have decided you’re becoming too much of a liability.”

Elena stepped forward, and a knife flashed in her hand.

Olive grabbed the soap dispenser from the sink and hurled it at Elena’s head.

Elena ducked, but the distraction gave Olive enough time to lunge forward, trying to get past her to the door.

Elena caught her arm and spun her around, slamming her back against the sink.

Pain shot through Olive’s spine as the edge of the counter dug into her lower back.

“You should have listened,” Elena hissed, driving her knee into Olive’s ribs.

Olive gasped as pain exploded through her.

Elena brought the knife toward Olive’s throat.

Olive grabbed Elena’s wrist with both hands, fighting to keep the blade away from her neck.

They struggled for control of the knife, crashing into the narrow space between the sink and the stall.

Using Elena’s momentum against her, Olive twisted and threw her weight sideways, sending them both into the bathroom stall.

Elena’s head hit the metal partition with a sharp clang, but she didn’t let go of the knife. She recovered quickly and backhanded Olive across the face.

Stars exploded across Olive’s vision as her head snapped to the side.

“This could have been easy,” Elena panted, raising the knife again. “But youhadto put up a fight. You’re only making this worse for yourself, you know.”