Chapter 3 - THE HOUSE WITH NO FAMILY PHOTOGRAPHSAlessandro insisted I leave Baltimore that morning.
Not because he trusted himself to protect me.
Because he knew who was hunting him.
He sent one of his drivers to take Logan and me to a safe house outside Annapolis.
The house looked ordinary.
That frightened me.
No guards.
No cameras.
No gates.
Just a small brick home beside a quiet road.
Inside, I found photographs.
Dozens of them.
David.
Walking through airports.
Entering warehouses.
Meeting people.
Living under different identities.
I stared at one photograph for several minutes.
David was holding a newspaper.
The date was eighteen months after his supposed death.
I sat on the floor.
Logan climbed onto my lap.
“Mommy?”
“Yes?”
“Is Daddy hiding?”
I couldn't answer.
That evening, Alessandro arrived.
He moved slowly, still recovering.
“You shouldn't be here.”
“You shouldn't be alive.”
He gave me a tired smile.
“Fair.”
I showed him the photographs.
“Why was my husband spying on you?”
“He wasn't.”
“Then why are you in these pictures?”
“Because I was helping him.”
I stared.
“You knew he had a family.”
“Yes.”
“And you let me think he was dead?”
“I was told you were being watched.”
“By whom?”
“David's employer.”
Alessandro placed a folder on the table.
Inside was a photograph of a woman.
She looked familiar.
Then I realized who she was.
My former supervisor.
The woman who had told me to keep my head down at the hospital.
My stomach dropped.
“She works for them?”
“She works for the network.”
I remembered how she had always asked strange questions about my schedule.
About Logan.
About David.
Then Alessandro pointed to another photograph.
A hospital employee.
A security guard.
A delivery driver.
“All connected.”
I stared at him.
“What do they want?”
“The ledger.”
“What ledger?”
“The one your husband hid.”
“I don't have it.”
Alessandro looked at Logan.
“Yes, you do.”
My heart stopped.
“What?”
“David didn't hide it in a bank.”
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He pointed toward my son.
“He hid it somewhere no one would search.”
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