The following morning, Dante Virelli leaned back in the driver’s seat of his car, phone pressed to his ear.
“Serena,” he said evenly, “where are you?”
On the other end, Serena Hale’s voice came through, soft yet distracted.
“I… I’m at the Monterio Grand Western Cuisine Restaurant right now. Having lunch with my parents.”
Dante caught the hesitation in her tone. A faint frown crossed his face.
“With your parents? Do you have some time to spare? I want to discuss something important about Shawn.”
Apparently Serena Hale was the closest thing to a friend he and Shawn had back then. She had been the one that informed him of her suspicions on how the Santoros and Virellis had taken him down. Then when Enzo dug deeper, he found some truth that was linked to them.”
Before she could explain
