Page 127 of Thrill Me (Dark Odyssey 3)

When I take it and I look over the sleek black metal and the Celtic swirl on the top for my family crest, memories flood my mind.

I sigh and nod. “I do know.”

The key is for the dream house at my grandfather’s manor. The place she used to take me where we’d talk about all our dreams. That’s where the files are.

“Well they’re yours now.”

Adrian signs to Mary and she taps his hand and gives him a smile. “The files are in the floorboard hatch,” she states. I know exactly where to look.

“Is there a password? I was told there was a password and they’re in a case.”

He shakes his head and signs to Mary. She looks back to me with a lighter expression on her face.

“There’s no password. It was just something Adrian told the Fontaines to confuse them. The case with the files should open with no problem.”

“Thank you so much,” I tell them.

“Please be careful with them. Be careful with your life. You’re basically going after senior government officials and the mobsters who do their dirty work.”

I nod. “I’ll be careful.”

“There’s a lot of what happened that doesn’t make sense. The Fontaines are sneaky and dangerous. They were one step ahead in the past and if they’re after you now they’ll be watching and waiting for the right moment to get what they want,” Mary continues her warning.

“I’ll be careful,” I assure her again. “Thanks so much for your help. I’ll make sure everything is done the way it was supposed to be, for everyone.”

I plan to do exactly what Mom intended for those files. I plan to finish what she started.

Expose and destroy.

Stop the Fontaines in their tracks once and for all.

Stop their vendetta against the Giordanos.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Mimi

We didn’t waste time.Not at all. Not a damn second.

I went from talking with Adrian and Mary to telling Salvatore all that I’d found out, then we went on to retrieving the files at the dream house.

It took up the whole day.

Now we’re back at the Giordano manor.

Everyone’s in the meeting room and I’m in Salvatore’s old bedroom.

I decided to hand over the case to Vincent.

That was the plan I knew would pick up where Mom started. I knew he would do what needed to be done and go to the right people.

I saw what was inside the case and I’m stuck here sitting by the window trying to figure out how it all played out. How Mom could have gotten her hands on those types of files if she didn’t get them at her office.

There was evidence galore and names.

Printouts from emails with detailed conversations taking place. There were several foolscap folders with names that looked like patient files. Each folder had contracts signed by people I knew to be government officials and the Fontaine brothers. All of them. Marc, Lawrence, Sergio and Joey. Everything looked like files a secretary would keep. It was all so weird.

Definitely what I’d class as destruction in a box.

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