She wanted to scream.
But years of fear had trained her body to become silent whenever danger entered the room.
Daniel stepped closer.
“Give me that.”
Before he could reach her, a voice came through the phone.
“Lena.”
Vincent Moretti’s voice.
Quiet.
Controlled.
But somehow it filled the entire room.
Daniel froze.
He stared at the phone.
“Who is that?”
Lena didn’t answer.
She didn’t have to.
Because Daniel already knew.
Everyone in New York knew the name Vincent Moretti.
