Musical Accompaniment: Darkside by Oshins, Hael.
A target is a target and must be nothing more.
CAMERON
I do not see much of Earl for the next few days. Truthfully, I don’t see much of anyone, Nikolas and Jocelyn included.
I spend most of my days wandering the halls of Il paradisio as I have begrudgingly taken to calling it, though I still think it’s quite a pretentious name, trying to hang out with Cara and the other household staff.
I figured until I find an opening to sneak into Don Salvatore’s office, I might as well try to gather as much information as I can from the servants and maids littered all over the house.
But it hasn’t been easy getting them to be comfortable around me. For the first few days or so, no one besides Cara, of course, would even look me directly in the eye
