We were hiding. We drove that night for hours, eventually finding a home set deep in the woods somewhere. It was clean with fresh laundry folded in piles on the kitchen table. Everything inside the house was modern and chic. Outside the glass patio doors, right by the kitchen, let out to a patio overlooking a large lake. Trees wrapped around both sides of the patio, giving the house a treehouse feel to it.
“Do I want to ask if there was an owner here when we arrived or not?”
Vespar and Giuseppa were sitting on stools at the bar-end of the island. They shared a look, both grinning to the other.
“Never mind.” I changed my mind. “I don’t want to know.”
“He’s not dead,” Vespar offered. “If that helps.”
“Only because Damien wouldn’t allow that.” Gus sneered at the messenger as he walked in
