Page 40 of Memento Mori
“Don’t worry.” Agent Grasso’s glower deepened. “When you see me again, I’ll make sure I have that warrant.”
There were no more words exchanged, and they both walked out. Chan was gonna kick my ass for talking to them, but I wanted to see if they knew anything. I sat in my chair once both agents were out of my office.
“There’s something off about Agent Grasso,” I said, opening the file Aaliyah passed to me in my office.
“I thought the same thing,” Aaliyah said.
As she walked to the window, her eyes were drawn to the expansive garden, the only peaceful place in the home since my father’s death. The rose garden was the one place we both ventured to when we needed to separate ourselves from the surrounding chaos.
“I’ll see what I can find out on him.”
“Aaliyah, what’s this?”
The sound of the folder hitting the desk echoed through the room as I slammed it down. Too much shit was happening all at once and it pissed me off that I had no control over it. I felt like a dark abyss was swallowing me whole.
“Something that needs to be handled immediately and proof that I was the target and not your father.”
A knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. “Come in!”
“Don, sorry for interrupting.” He handed me a box. “This was sent by courier for the Donna.”
“Thanks, Franco,” I said.
He gave a nod and quickly left. Aaliyah approached me and settled onto my lap. With her hand, she caressed my hair. I loved it when she done that shit.
“Who is it from?” she asked.
“I don’t know.” I flipped the box over, checking for any signs of who it might have came from. “It doesn’t have anything on it.”
I used the letter opener to cut the packing tape since I didn’t know what was inside. I opened it and took the folded sheet of paper before closing the box again.
“Was that a fucking snake?” she asked.
“Fuck yeah. Call Franco to come get this shit.”
She dialed Franco, while I made sure the snake couldn’t get out of the box. Whoever the fuck this was would pay for this shit. I didn’t give a fuck if the snake was poisonous or not. I hated fucking snakes.
“Come in, Franco!” I shouted at the knock on the door.
“Yes, Don.”
“Take this. It’s a fucking snake.”
“What kind?” he asked, his eyes wide open like saucers,
“I don’t fucking know, Franco! Just get the shit out of here.”
He took hold of the box, ensuring the lid stayed shut. “Yes, boss. I’ll get rid of it.”
He quickly left out the door with the snake and I focused on the folded piece of paper.
“What does it say?” she asked.
“Memento Mori,” I mumbled. “I will pay for the sins of the father.”
“The inevitability of death,” she said, her brows drawn in confusion. “I will pay for the sins of the father. What the hell does that mean?”
“I have no idea, but we need to find out.”
