Then a voice broke the silence.
Cold
Familiar
“Check all the parts again.”
I should be here now.
Vincent felt his blood run cold.
That voice belonged to his nephew, Marcus.
The boy that Vincent had raised after his brother’s death.
The young man whom he had groomed to inherit part of his empire.
The relative to whom he had entrusted his life.
Elena’s eyes reflected the same shock that Vincent had felt.
She had also recognized the voice.
But her expression changed from surprise to something else.
Awareness
As if this betrayal were nothing new to her.
Another voice joined Marcus’s in the room.
“He may have changed his mind.”
The elderly become paranoid with age.
“No,” Marcus replied in a dry, authoritarian tone, just as Vincent had taught him.
“He is coming.”
Tony confirmed that he had left the warehouse an hour ago.
Vincent never deviates from his routine.
Through the crack in the door, Vincent glimpsed Marcus’s silhouette heading towards the window, parting the heavy curtains to look out into the night.
The same window where Vincent had stopped countless times, contemplating its dominion, believing it to be impenetrable.
Elena moved slightly and Vincent noticed something that quickened his pulse.
