Chapter 11

At the very top of the box, a note was left behind, the large letters standing out even more than usual—"Nadine Quill—Criminal Evidence!" Enzo felt his ears ringing, and his hands trembled as he pulled out the contents, piece by piece. The deeper he dug, the darker his expression became. ... Meanwhile, at the Slater residence, Nadine had been dozing off in the sunlight when the sudden, urgent ringing of her phone startled her awake. Frowning, she half-opened her eyes and answered without even checking the caller ID. "Who is this?" A cruel voice sneered on the other end. "What, now that you're Mrs. Slater, you've forgotten all about me?" Her grip on the phone tightened briefly before she let out a cold laugh. "Forget? How could I possibly forget? You were the worst assassin I've ever seen. I paid you a fortune, and you couldn't finish the job. If I were you, I would've offed myself out of shame." ... As Nadine argued with the person on the phone, a dark silhouette silently appe