CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY - FOUR - THE CLUE IN THE VANITY

"What should I do?" Rebecca asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "Document everything," Matteo replied firmly. "Every odd sound, every out-of-place object. I'm sending over a discreet camera system. Set it up around the perimeter. If someone is watching the house, we'll catch them." Relief washed over Rebecca. Finally, a concrete action she could take. "Thank you, Matteo. I'll do that." "And Rebecca," Matteo added, his voice softening slightly, "try to get some rest. You're no good to Helena if you're exhausted." After hanging up, Rebecca felt a renewed sense of purpose. She might be trapped in this safehouse, but she wasn't helpless. The next day, a nondescript package arrived containing the promised camera system. Rebecca spent the afternoon carefully setting up the cameras, making sure they covered all potential approach points to the villa. As night fell, Rebecca went through her usual routine of putting Helena to bed. She sang softly, rocking her daughter gently in her a