“My building manager in New York.”
“What happened?”
He starts eating and gestures, irritated.
“They had a security breach last night after I left.”
My thoughts come to a screeching halt.
“What exactly happened?” I ask in a blank voice, my hands cold.
He takes his time, chewing on his food.
“Some guy broke into the building. They caught him on a security camera. More like a dark silhouette. They couldn’t identify him. The hallway was dimly lit, and he wore a face covering. Dressed in black.”
The more he talks, the harder I breathe.
No one could tell just by looking at me.
“And?”
“They lost track of him. No more footage of him. They don’t know whether he got out of the building or not, so they’re running an investigation. The police is involved too. They’re interviewing some of the owners. One of my neighbors saw a suspicious male on my floor.”
“Uh-huh…”
He gestures again as if putting little basis on that person’s account of what has happened.
“Chances are it was the same man. Anyway, they’ve spotted him in front of my apartment, and now they want me to go back and check my place. There are no signs of breaking and entering, but just in case.”
“Are you going?”
“Nah. I only have my clothes there. I gave them permission to enter and sweep the place for electronic devices and any other weird shit, and I’ll deal with it on Monday.”
Slowly, I fall back in my chair, moving my gaze from him to Raven and Alejandro.
Surreptitiously, I flick my eyes to my father across the table.
He and his business partners are too far from us to hear our conversation.
The suspicion growing in me is real.
It’s hard to ignore that two people sitting with me at the table have both dealt with the same kind of incident.
It’s difficult not to make the connection.
I don’t know what the connection is and what has prompted this sudden frantic activity. To anyone else, these two things are not connected.
It may be a coincidence. Yeah… I don’t believe in that. Francisco seems unaware of any foul play, but Raven…?
She finishes eating and drinks some wine before setting her glass down.
“I had a similar problem recently,” she murmurs, drawing the other two men’s eyes to her.
I stifle my surprise. I would’ve never thought she’d share that kind of information with someone else.
Especially them.
They both flick their heads to her.