Marco appeared beside him. “Find every call she made during the last six months.” “Everything?” “Everything.” “And if she’s involved in the mountain-road attack?” Lorenzo looked at Lena clinging to her mother. His voice was almost inaudible. “Then the woman sleeping beside me has been planning my death.”
Marco held out his phone. “We intercepted a message five minutes ago.” “From whom?” “We don’t know yet.” Lorenzo took the phone. The message contained only one sentence:
HE CAME HOME EARLY. MOVE THE PLAN FORWARD TONIGHT.
Lorenzo looked toward Valentina’s room. But Marco shook his head. “The message wasn’t sent from her phone.”
Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed. “Then whose?”
Marco’s expression darkened. “That’s what you’re not going to like.”
And for the first time that afternoon, Lorenzo realized Valentina might not be the most dangerous person inside his house.