Chapter 6 - The Apartment That Was Never SafeWe reached my apartment surrounded by armed men.
The door was open.
My belongings were scattered across the floor.
Drawers had been emptied.
Books torn apart.
Mattress cut open.
Someone had searched the place thoroughly.
I walked inside.
"This was my home."
Lorenzo followed.
"Not anymore."
He crouched near the floor.
"What?"
He pointed to a small mark.
A black triangle.
"What is that?"
"A message."
"For you?"
"No."
He looked at me.
"For your mother."
I felt a chill.
Then I remembered something.
"My father's watch."
"What?"
"My mother gave me his old watch when I turned eighteen."
"Where is it?"
"I don't know."
We searched.
Nothing.
Then I remembered the storage box beneath my bed.
I pulled it out.
Inside were photographs, letters, and the watch.
Lorenzo picked it up.
His face changed.
"There."
A tiny compartment had opened.
Inside was a memory card.
My mother had hidden the ledger electronically.
We had found it.
But before we could examine it, the windows exploded.
Lorenzo tackled me to the floor.
Glass rained across the room.
His body covered mine.
"Are you hurt?"
"No."
He lifted his head.
"Stay here."
"No."
"Julia."
"I'm coming."
He stared at me.
Then nodded.
The attack lasted less than five minutes.
When it ended, three attackers were captured.
One was dead.
Lorenzo questioned the survivor.
"Who sent you?"
The man laughed.
"You think this ends with Matteo?"
Lorenzo leaned closer.
"Who?"
The man looked at me.
"The woman."
I froze.
"What woman?"
"The one who hired Matteo."
Lorenzo's expression hardened.
"Name."
The man smiled.
"Margaret."
My blood went cold.
"Who is Margaret?"
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The attacker looked at Lorenzo.
"Your mother."
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