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Suzanne saw no signs of construction at Casa di Stella yet. That was a relief—it meant she didn’t have to worry about a security guard stopping by or workers putting in overtime. She parked in the courtyard and jogged to the front door, which was locked.
Not a problem. She knew every nook and cranny of Casa di Stella, including the kitchen window that never quite closed properly. She climbed onto a garbage can and slipped inside. The infusion of fluids had done its job and she felt no sign of the exhaustion and lightheadedness she’d experienced on the That’s Amore.
In fact, she felt crystal clear. About everything.
She practically ran up the spiral staircase to the third floor and pushed open the trapdoor that led to the attic. A ladder was built into the door; all you had to do was
