“He didn’t say. He just said his brother was at work and that he’d have him call me back at this number.”

“Did he know anything about your parents?”

“No. He barely knew me. Like I said, he probably thinks I’m crazy.” I hand him back his phone and hug my arms around myself.

He hands me a glass of Diet Pepsi. “Where’d you get that number, anyway?”

I take a sip and then a long pull, just now realizing how dry my mouth has gone.

“I found it a few days ago. I couldn’t figure out what it was, so I memorized it. I thought it was too long to be an international number, but Croatia’s country code has three digits instead of two . . .” I gesture toward the guest services binder.

I’m trying to act normal, but I feel like he’s seeing right through me. If he is, though, he’s a better actor than I am.

“You always were sharp,” he says, a faint smile turning the corner of his mouth. For the first time since leaving Maine, I do not find it reassuring. In fact, I find it unnerving—the smile and the way he talks about me as though he’s known me for years. “So we’ll wait for him to call back. Unless you can think of something else?” His brows lift slightly.

But all I know is I must call that number back.

I shake my head. “I can’t. I can’t even think straight.” I turn away, down half the Diet Pepsi.

“You should get some sleep. I’ll wake you if he calls.”

“Yeah. Okay,” I say, before looking around me as though lost and then wandering into the bedroom and quietly locking the door behind me.

Inside, I set the glass on the desk, look around frantically.

So he’s not a Watcher. Watchers don’t exist. Or was the mysterious Ivan lying? Clare gave me his number. If there was ever a question of whether that number came to me by mistake, it’s gone now.

I walk into the bathroom, lock the door, and turn on the faucet full blast.

Think. Think! Two men, both trying to appear helpful. Rolan, whom Ivan says is a liar. Ivan, whom Rolan would call a liar. One is a liar. Which means one must be telling the truth. And Ivan . . . Why did Clare leave me his number? What did she say? In case you find yourself in trouble.

One thing I know for sure: Both Clare and Rolan are not who they claim to be.

I lean down to the sink, rinse out my mouth. My stomach is knotted so tight I actually think I could puke.

I turn off the water, grab a towel. According to Rolan, Luka’s out to kill me. According to Ivan, Rolan is poised to kill me.