Conner was watching the confession from one of the tavern windows when he saw Alina head for the inn. In one devastating instant, he knew what Alina was going to do.
"I need you to take over," Conner called to Ivan, one of his hires. "I just remembered something I, uh...have to do."
Ivan nodded and shrugged. "'Kay," he responded.
Wiping his hands off on a towel, Conner began to think of what he'd say if he caught up to Alina. No, he would catch up to Alina - and he would tell her to stop communicating with the criminal!
Within moments, Conner was out on the street, heading toward the inn. Already, the crowd that had gathered around the square had begun to disperse. Nobody paid any mind to Conner as he found his way to the inn. He didn't realize he was so protective of Alina...and goodness, he had no reason to be! He'd barely spoken to the woman! In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he'd seen Alina before all this had happened.
Due to the determination in his stride, Conner was at the inn before too long. Thrusting open the door, he demanded of the innkeeper, "Where's Alina?"
The innkeeper shook his head and threw his hands in the air. "I told her not to go, I told her not to go, I really did," he babbled, and Conner could tell he was nervous.
"I just need to know where he's staying."
"Where who's staying?"
Conner got so close to the innkeeper's face that the innkeeper grimaced and looked away, uncomfortable with being visually pinned down. "Now, listen to me," Conner commanded. "I'm not in the mood for any funny business. Tell me where he's staying! You know who I mean."
The innkeeper took a breath before spilling the beans.