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I turn and walk away. I have a lot to work through. London and Italy may not be the places where I need to be to sort this out.

CHAPTER 25

Taken Off Guard

Symphony

Emory Lawson walks through his bedroom door at eight fifteen on the dot. He is a man of routine, making my job easier. I was able to slip into his private estate easily.

His staff moves in sync with his demand for punctuality. All I had to do was move to the beat of their schedule. I danced my way right in.

Mr. Lawson meets all the guidelines Michael set. He is a disgusting man. Children have died because of him. He is responsible for the deaths of many innocents.

He and his company have knowingly distributed medications that would harm the children they were meant to save, all for profit. I guess he never thought about the families left behind to grieve.

My client is a wealthy stockbroker whose son was a victim of Mr. Lawson’s. I wasn’t sure I would take this one until I hackedMr. Lawson’s company system. The documentation was right there. He knows. They all know.

The data is clear that the medications are more harmful than helpful, especially for humans under the age of thirteen.

“Allison, what’s going on with the lights,” Mr. Lawson calls as he continues to flip the switch.

Allison won’t be answering him. I put her down for an evening nap. When she wakes, it won’t be to shed any light on things.

“It seems you’re in collections,” I say as I step from the shadows.

His eyes grow wide as I aim my gun with the silencer. I put one between his eyes and two in his chest. Quickly, I leave out the way I came.

I follow the path that will ensure I won’t be detected by any of the surveillance. Once I get to the designated location Adriano was to park and wait in, I slip quietly into the car.

“I think I enjoyed that one,” I say to Adriano once I’m back inside the car.

This will be my third assignment since I started a month ago. I am making a name for myself. My clients have been quite satisfied.

Most of all, I’m learning to become better. My kills are untraceable. I get the job done and my clients get results.

I pull out the dance magazine that arrived this morning with me featured on the cover. A smile comes to my lips. As promised, I am doing my best.

Michael

Uri was right, I need some time to clear my head. I don’t know how it happened, but I ended up in Boston. For four weeks, I warred with whether or not to come here.

Annabella has accompanied me, wanting to visit Sim herself. What I wasn’t expecting was to find that Sim isn’t home, and no one can tell me where she and Adriano are. I never should have sent him here with her. I had once thought it wise to leave her with someone closer to her age.

I thought she would be more comfortable with a younger bodyguard. Most of my guys are older. Uri assigned all the guys who started with me.

Adriano is the younger brother of Salvatore. At the time when Sim was fourteen it made sense. Adriano was seventeen and had finished his schooling early. He wanted to join Uri’s crew, and his brother vouched for him.

He had been in training for a year by the time I assigned him to Sim. Uri had been impressed with him. That alone made me decide to trust my wife with him. Uri isn’t impressed by many.

Now, I wish Sim had let him die in Chicago. The thought of him being near her turns my stomach. She should have been here when I arrived.

“Annabella, what are you doing here? I wasn’t expecting you and Uri at this time,” Sim says as she enters the sitting room we have been waiting in.

I have my back to her as I stand at the window with a drink in my hand. She would think I am Uri from this angle. Some of the tension leaves my body and a smile comes to my lips.

“Uri couldn’t make it this time, but we wanted to come see you,” my sister says.

“But—”

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