Raquel
Istand across the street from town hall, sitting casually on a public bench while glaring a hole into my burner phone. Lucius sent yet another image of Dad with a short message: five days. I’d gladly give murder a try if I ever get my hands on that rat-faced backstabber.
The building in question is an interesting one. It’s made of pale grey sandstone and is three stories tall. It hosts beautiful large windows, a Hermes fountain in its courtyard, and a lovely open-air staircase leading up to the main entrance. People come and go, most of them too busy with whatever business they need to take care of to pay me any mind.
I check my watch. Gabriel’s running late. He received a phone call just as we stepped out of the hotel together, so we agreed to meet outside town hall at exactly t
