Valerie’s POV
What do they come for? I didn’t remember having a case with the police nor did I invite them. I knew Raton had called for security last night, but not the cops, he called his grandfather’s agency.
“What do they want?” I asked.
“I don’t know, maybe we should find out,” Raton replied, his hand already gripping the door handle.
It was funny how they managed to find us when we were in our penthouse, a place people hardly come around. Although, Raton’s men must have directed them.
Slowly, Raton opened the door, revealing a detective and one assistant in black suits. The older man smiled at us and flashed me and Raton his identification card, although I didn’t bother to read it.
“I am Detective Carter from the state CIA.”
“Is there a problem?” Raton asked before I could
