Chapter 2 - Damian Told Me My Landlord Was Watching Me—Then I Found a Hidden Camera Behind My Bedroom MirrorI didn't sleep.
At sunrise, Damian was still outside.
I hated that.
I hated even more that I believed him.
My landlord, Mr. Carver, had always been unpleasant.
But unpleasant wasn't criminal.
At least, that's what I told myself.
I searched the apartment.
Nothing.
Then I noticed the mirror.
It had been hanging crooked for months.
I pulled it away from the wall.
A tiny black camera stared back at me.
My blood went cold.
I called Damian.
He answered immediately.
“Good morning.”
“You knew.”
“Yes.”
“You knew there was a camera?”
“I suspected.”
“You could have told me.”
“You wouldn't have believed me.”
I hated that he was right.
He arrived twenty minutes later.
Two men stayed downstairs.
Damian entered my apartment alone.
He inspected the camera.
“It's been here a while.”
“How long?”
“Months.”
My stomach turned.
“Why?”
He looked at me.
“That's what we're going to find out.”
That afternoon, Mr. Carver arrived.
Damian was waiting.
Carver froze.
“Mr. Falcone.”
Damian smiled.
“Do you know why I'm here?”
“No.”
“You're lying.”
Carver's face drained.
Damian didn't touch him.
Didn't threaten him.
He simply placed the camera on the table.
Carver stared at it.
Then he ran.
Damian's men caught him downstairs.
Within an hour, we learned the truth.
Someone had paid Carver to monitor me.
But the person who hired him wasn't a stranger.
It was someone connected to the Falcone organization.
And they had been watching me because of my father.
May you like
A father I hadn't seen in sixteen years.
A father I believed was dead.
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