It’s half past one in the morning, and there’s no one in the hall. My footsteps echo off the dark marble floor and up the wide stairwell. When I reach the third floor, I turn right and walk down the hallway to my daughter’s room to make sure she’s not home. Rosa is having a sleepover at her friend’s, as she usually does when I have to leave home for a couple of days for work. She and her mother never got along well.
I open the door to Rosa’s room and peek inside. Empty. I close the door, then continue to the other end of the hallway, toward my bedroom.
Simona is still on her knees in front of the bodyguard when I enter. The lamp in the corner is giving off more than enough light for me to clearly see the man’s flushed face above Simona’s bobbing head. I lift my gun, aiming at the center
