She Hid in the Mafia Boss’s Closet. At Dawn, He Learned She Had Been There Before.

“Say it.”

“Elena Russo’s.”

For a moment, the hallway seemed to tilt.

Dante did not move.

He did not speak.

Nico rushed on.

“It was archived decades ago.

Someone reactivated it from inside the house network.

I’ve locked everything down, but—”

“Who had access?”

“Only senior administration.

Me.

Mr. Moretti.

Mrs. Alvarez.

And you.”

Vincent Moretti had been Dante’s father’s continue reading …