Alexandra climbs into the cargo bed of the pickup.
Arturo follows her into the confined space and immediately asks me to close it.
I stare at Alexandra, almost completely unconscious, and I admit I do not feel entirely safe leaving her specifically with Arturo.
Sometimes, when it comes to her, I do not see much difference between him and Nero.
“If you take any longer, say goodbye to your little friend,” he warns, noticing my hesitation.
I hope I do not regret it when I finally close the cover, get into the truck, and start the engine.
But as soon as the sound spreads through the garage and I drive out of the enclosed area, one of the police officers searching the property blocks my path.
“Good afternoon, ma’am. I do not know whether you are aware, but we are conducting a search.”
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