CHAPTER 9- “She Found Me.”
Alessandro Vittorrio Bianchi.
“Sir, the CCTV footage from the club have been damaged,” My assistant, Ted Holland, informed me, as the car revved to life and we are on our way to the company as it is Monday morning. I have been waiting for this piece of information throughout yesterday, and while I like to comment on how slow he was finding out that piece of information, his words gave me something else to comment on.
My brows drew in, lips slanted into a slight frown. “What do you mean damaged?” I perfectly well understood what he meant, I just need him to elaborate.
And, he did. “The footage around the time you were there seems to be missing,” He commented as he met my gaze through the rearview mirror—with him seated in the passenger seat and I, in the back.
