POV Dante
The photo is still on my phone when I sit down at my desk.
Midnight. The house is quiet. Everyone is asleep, everyone except me and whoever sent this.
I set the phone face-up on the desk and look at her.
Mia. Standing in the corridor behind the auction stage. Red dress. Bare feet on cold concrete. Chin up like she was daring the whole room to try her. The photo is taken from above and behind, from inside the secure area. My secure area. The place only my people had access to that night.
I pick up a pen. I write three names on a piece of paper.
Luca.
Vitelli.
Santos.
That's it. Three people knew all three things: the venue, the route, and the exact time her lot would run. Three people I trusted with my life. Three people I still have to look at every morning over coffee and act like nothing has changed.
I look at the names for a long time.
