The morning was cold.
Fog covered the gates when a black car stopped outside Lucian’s mansion.
Two of his guards walked up to check, but the car windows stayed dark.
Then one window rolled down slowly.
A gloved hand came out holding a small box wrapped in brown paper.
“For your boss,” the driver said before the car drove away.
The guards looked at each other, then brought the box inside.
When Lucian came down, he was already in a bad mood.
He hadn’t slept, and his mind was still on his brother.
“What’s that?” he asked.
“Someone dropped it off,” one guard said. “Said it’s for you.”
Lucian took the box and waved them away.
He opened it on the table.
Inside was a phone and a folded note.
Lucian opened the note slowly.
The paper smelled faintly of smoke.
It said:
“Brother,
Yo
