ALESSIA’S POV
The USB drive burned a hole in my palm as we pulled away from the haunted ruins of the opera house.
Three locations.
Three former Arlecchino facilities.
Three fresh nightmares waiting to be unearthed.
I stared at the flickering map on my laptop screen while Serafina sat in still silence beside Luca. She hadn’t said a word since the car started moving again, but her fingers kept brushing over the folded list in her pocket like a subconscious tick.
The last name.
Eva Moretti.
I didn’t know why, but the moment I saw it, something twisted in my gut.
A name like a ghost.
A woman erased.
Alonzo drove like he was trying to outrun something invisible—his guilt, maybe. He didn’t look back, not once, but I saw his knuckles whitening around the wheel. The moment Luca said he
