Chapter 2: The Voice He Thought Was Gone
Part 2 ⬇️
Vincent's hand was shaking.
Not from pain.
Not from the injury.
From the seven words written on the back of that photograph.
*She didn't hire the sh00ter.
She paid to warn you.*
He read it a third time.
Then a fourth.
"Mr.
Corvino." Tessa's voice was careful.
"You've gone pale."
"Lauren paid fifty thousand dollars." His voice came out flat.
"Three days before the sh00ting."
"To warn you?"
"That's what it says."
Tessa was quiet for a moment.
"Then who placed the device under your mattress?"
Vincent looked up.
He hadn't considered that yet.
The envelope had been hidden for six months.
The listening device had been hidden in the same place.
Two different things.
Same location.
"Someone wanted me to find both of them together," he said slowly.
"Someone wanted me to think Lauren—"
His phone buzzed on the nightstand.
Unknown number.
He answered.
Silence.
Then a voice he hadn't heard in six months.
A voice he had assumed was gone forever.
"Don't trust Marco," the voice said.
The line went d*ad.
Vincent stared at Tessa.
She was already looking at the door.
Because on the other side of it, they could both hear footsteps coming up the stairs.
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What Vincent discovered next about Marco — and about the night of the sh00ting — will leave you speechless.
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