A 12-year-old girl spotted a single altered digit on his license plate… then quietly whispered, “Follow me.”

the black sedan was still running outside the gate. The fake driver stood beside the rear door, one hand hovering near his jacket.

Not a chauffeur.

A hired man wearing a uniform.

Valeria stood near the fountain, phone pressed to her ear. Her lover had vanished.

You could hear her voice.

“He’s somewhere in the house. Find him.”

Find him.

Not I’m worried.

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