AYLA
My alarm rang. Even though I was wide awake, I jumped.
I shut it off and stared at the ceiling, fingers linked on my chest, unsure of what to expect today.
I'd barely slept. Not even a wink.
All I could think about was the warning on Gia's apartment—in red.
The right thing to do was to report to the authorities—police, FBI, SWAT team—whichever one—
to let them handle this bloody nonsense. Lorenzo's nonsense.
What game was he playing?
What was he trying to do—or prove?
The slithering snake!
"You Know Where to Find Me!"
Did I?
I tossed on the bed, pushed the blanket down, and pulled my knees up to my chest.
This was a nightmare. My nightmare.
Call it a sixth sense, but Paul's investigation had made me realize Lorenzo was more than anyone knew.
I'd always known, though.
The stalking.
The coffee shop.
And the many times he'd shown up just where I was—don't try to call it a socialite thing—
it had been the case with Lorenzo.
And now Gia.
My throat tightened.
