ALINA
I'd felt it since last night, since the moment Luca told me my name had been used for the stolen guns.
At first, I'd been too shocked, too angry that he could even look at me with suspicion. But now that the initial emotion had faded, I could see the truth.
If I hadn't ordered those guns, and I knew I hadn't, then someone close to me had.
And there weren't many people that fit the description.
I sat on the edge of my bed, holding my phone, thinking if I was right or not.
There was only one way to find out.
I scrolled through my contacts until I found Uncle Alberto and hit call.
The phone rang twice before he answered. "Alina?"
I didn't waste time. "Did you steal Luca's shipment?"
I could hear voices in the background and someone coughed. The door opene
