Chapter 352. He Fell For The Trap

The room was dimly lit, with only a faint corridor light casting shadows. Black Hawk moved silently, his footsteps careful as he slipped into the room. His eyes quickly adjusted to the low light.

He saw the figure in the bed—the rise of the covers suggesting Caitlin was still deep in sleep.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief soaked with ether. Creeping closer to the bed, Black Hawk yanked the covers off and pressed the cloth over the face of the person lying there, holding it firmly.

But after several seconds, something felt wrong.

He quickly pulled back the covers to reveal... not Caitlin, but a mannequin.

His heart sank.

“Damn it!”

He spun around, realizing he had been duped. Before he could escape, James suddenly leapt out from the shadows, grabbing him by the neck. They crashed to the floor, and Black Hawk struggled, elbowing James repeatedly. But James refused to let go.

The two rolled across the room, fighti