Chapter 4 - My Daughter Pointed at My Most Loyal Bodyguard and Whispered, “He Knows Where Mama Was Taken”Lily was playing in the garden when she suddenly stopped.
She pointed toward one of Moretti's guards.
“That's him.”
Moretti turned.
“Who?”
“The man from Mama's room.”
The guard froze.
His name was Vincent.
He had served Moretti for ten years.
Moretti slowly walked toward him.
“Where were you last night?”
Vincent swallowed.
“Security station.”
“Which one?”
“West entrance.”
Lily shook her head.
“No.”
Everyone looked at her.
She pointed.
“He was there.”
Vincent backed away.
Moretti's men surrounded him.
Vincent finally admitted he had been ordered to remove Clara's medication from her room.
He claimed he didn't know why.
But Moretti knew better.
He had been compromised.
When they searched Vincent's apartment, they found photographs of Lily.
Hundreds of them.
Sleeping.
Playing.
Walking.
And one photograph taken three years earlier.
Clara leaving the hospital with a newborn.
The person photographing her was Adrian.
Moretti stared at the image.
His brother had been watching his daughter since birth.
Then they found a map.
It marked an abandoned estate outside the city.
Moretti knew the location.
His father had owned it.
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Nobody had lived there for decades.
Except, apparently, someone had.
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