CHAPTER THREE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE – WHO SENT THE NOTE?

As she rushed back to her room to pack, Jasmine's thoughts were in turmoil. Where would she go? How would she contact Marco or Don Cesaro? And most importantly, what about the information she had about Detective Collins and the trafficking ring? She was so lost in her thoughts that she almost didn't notice the envelope that had been slipped under her door. With trembling hands, she picked it up and opened it. Inside was a single sheet of paper with a hastily scrawled message: "J - Don't trust anyone. Meet me at the old warehouse on 5th Street at midnight. Come alone. - M" Jasmine's heart raced. The message was clearly from Marco, but why all the secrecy? And how had he known she was in trouble? As the sun began to set, Jasmine made a decision. She wouldn't run. She would meet Marco and get to the bottom of this once and for all. Throwing a few essentials into a bag, she waited until the compound grew quiet. Then, under the cover of darkness, she slipped out of her room and made h