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It's late at night when we arrived in Washington. There is light reflecting on the windows of the house and the wooded path that leads us to the door. I can distinguish some silhouettes that make shadows inside, all certainly waiting for us. The sounds of our steps in the cemented area around the garden are soft, despite the dragging of our bags carried by one of my father's personal security guards.It's cold, but my hands are sweaty and one of them is firmly secure in Hunter's, as if none of us were very confident in what we can expect from this meeting.I've always found this house too exaggerated for two people, and now, watching it grow as we move towards it, I can't help but twist my nose for it. It is a two-storey house, with apparent beams with an imperial charm, and that can easily hide some stars from the sky with its steep and inclined roof.A structure too large for a conventional home, but not as immense as a mansion. A middle ground between luxury and comfort.My husband
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Penelope had warned that each of the photos and videos she had taken would end up on some social network that I never used. It was part of his plan to get a permanent visa for Hunter and prove to immigration that marriage was real. That seems to have been centuries ago."It would have been important for you to be present," I say.Gabby takes one hand to push a lock of hair behind her ear and I notice the golden ring in her left hand. I was also invited to my father's second wedding, but I was not present. I feel really bad about it."Your mother hates me," she snorts. "By the way, I'm pretty sure that wasn't the right time to see each other again. There is a lot to be said between us... a lot of time making contact only through calls or text messages. It is obvious that there is some reason to be together again, just now.”Or maybe the reason for the removal was the respect they had for my psychological during all these years and my habit of paying attention to those who care little a
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"What about your husband that needs to be kept confidential? "My father asks."By coincidence, he worked for Jonathan for a long time... And before him, for his father, Jon Maxwell. Hunter fled Turkey for being one of the children who were kidnapped a long time ago, and even though he was a witness to much of what happened, he is an accomplice. One of his parents is American, we don't know which one, but I think they are still alive, considering that Jonathan's men used this information for an ambush... Maybe Jonathan talks too much when he's arrested... You have to make sure you can avoid this.”"Did you marry someone who worked for someone else who wanted to kill you? “Gabby tilts his head to one side."Ah, he is the second "geticulum with shoulders, indifferent, and she frowns.My father watches Hunter for a moment more, ignoring his wife's astonishment, so he addresses me:"Talk about the part where you discover by yourself the name of who is the possible ally of the boy Maxwell w
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"I learned through some contacts that you have had problems with the result of inspections of cargo ships... A lot of illegal merchandise going in and out without any control "comments Dante Laurentino, pulling out an imaginary dust from the glossy tuxedo he is wearing. "How many dockers have been fired and arrested on suspicion in recent months, Mr. Security Secretary?”Pascoal Killian does not outline any reaction as he sustains Dante's gaze, although his clear eyes shine subtly with the question."You certainly have good contacts," he talks, taking a sip of his glass of wine.Dante shakes his shoulders casually, leaning on the chair next to me."And you are really good at running away from direct questions, dear secretary.”I do nothing more than cast a sislaio look at you. A warning look, which doesn't work the way I expect. Dante is determined to corner every person who deigns to talk to us tonight. I don't think this is the best approach to finding a connection between Jonathan
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I hold back a tremor when I turn towards the stage and see Jonathan standing next to the event organizer, smiling widely. He can find me easily, throwing his dark eyes on me as a silent threat. The man thanks us for attending the festival, talks briefly about the previous years and receives a much less warm round of applause by giving the word to his guest.For a moment, only the sound of coughs fills the silence, and Jonathan's gaze falters in paying attention to others and to me. He frowns when sending his gaze to the person next to me, and I can swear that I see a flash of anger on his face. He really wanted Hunter to be here.I don't dare try to find the agents in disguise, because Jonathan is placing his predatory attention on me as he repeats the thanks and introduces himself with his new name. I notice a peculiar kind of tension setting in gently, and I assume that this was the leave that the police expected; that he assumed the identity of a terrorist. But nothing happens. I l
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My arm vibrates completely with the kick of the gun, but the shot hits its target with a disgusting sound of "crack" and an immediate splash of blood. The impact of the shot is slight, pushing muscles and bones before Jonathan has time for more than turning his face.The movement is useless, because despite the quick reflex in stretching your neck and preventing the bullet from crossing your forehead, there is still great damage at the height of the apple of your face, just below your right eye, very close to your nose.Even when Jonathan takes his hands to the blood, shouting incomprehensible words, I can see the way part of the right side of his face seems to have "getted" from his facial muscles, and the blood that shines dripping through his healed fingers. It's a hideous vision and makes my stomach turn around, but it's still not what I wanted to have happened, so I get ready to shoot again."Suzy... your whore" he roars, getting up right away and kicking my hand with the gun.Th
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The ticket takes me to a gallery. A closed large window is responsible for bathing the room with a strange white light that comes from outside, and I study the intact windows at a glance, looking for a guarantee that Jonathan had no other way to get out than the only door ahead.A trail of blood is interrupted a few steps before reaching the door, although it has formed a generous puddle in the place I am stepping on. The blood still looks fresh, and I deduce that maybe your followers found a way to stop the bleeding, keeping it safe inside the room while cleaning the way outside.I realize that they can still be very close when I return my gun to the holster on my thigh and hold only the one that belongs to Dante, adapting to the weight, and I hear noises behind the thick wooden door. Like everything I've been hearing tonight since the beginning of the carnage, they are just shouted words and appeals made in a foreign language.Taking a cautious step back and stabilizing the gun in f
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The corridor is as long and wide as all the others on the lower floors, but the door we go through leaves us at the top of the stairs to the second floor. There is no blood on the steps. They didn't even have time to walk down the hallway. Jonathan's followers were taken away, but he's here."Wait," I ask the policeman. He interrupts the steps he would take away and turns his head to look at me. "Do you have a knife?”I have rarely noticed the features of a man trained to serve to show so much annoyance. I can't censor him for wanting to prevent me from continuing to sink into this thirst for revenge. He knows I won't change my mind just by looking at my face. I must look completely crazy right now. Maybe it is.A combat knife is delivered to my hands. The handle is short and made of wood, and the sharp blade is curved, making it even more deadly dangerous. I test the "footprint" I can make with the object, changing hands and feeling the air cutting through the shiny metal. I decide i
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