I was at my table trying to write in my journal when I heard cars pulling into the mansion. I moved to my widow and stood, wondering what Rico was up to this time. Did he have guests and didn't mention? I hadn't seen him since the incident yesterday and I genuinely wasn't eager to.
There were too many people and too much activity for a normal morning. People moved quickly, unloading crates and boxes and as I pushed my neck forward trying to at least catch a glimpse, a knock sounded at my door.
“There is a delivery for you downstairs,” he said the moment I opened the door.
“For me? I didn't order anything.” I replied completely confused.
“The boss did. He said to put it directly outside your window. Perhaps if you ask him, you'll understand better.”
I swallowed hard and stepped out,
