Chapter 4 - THE STOLEN COAT ON THE KITCHEN CHAIR
Luca carefully pulled the yellow train ticket from the shredded lining of David’s wool coat.
The apartment was freezing. The wind whipped through the shattered living room window, scattering rain across the cheap linoleum floor. I held Lily tighter against my chest, feeling her little heart racing against mine.
“Mommy, did they take my birthday cake?” Lily whispered in my ear.
Tears pricked my eyes. Even after men had broken into our home and destroyed everything we owned, my seven-year-old daughter was only thinking about a slice of cake.
“No, baby,” I said, kissing her hair. “The cake is safe in my lunchbox.”
Luca turned around, holding the ticket under the dim kitchen light.
“Boston,” Luca read aloud, his brow furrowing. “Dated October 12th, four years ago.”
I froze. “October 12th. That was the day after David disappeared.”
Luca looked at the coat, running his fingers along the slashed lining. “They didn't break in to hurt you, Claire. They were searching for this. But they missed it. It was sewn deep into the hem.”
“Who?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Who is looking for a train ticket from four years ago?”
“Vanessa’s family,” Luca said darkly. “The Bellinis. But a train ticket isn't enough to tear an apartment apart. There’s something else.”
He reached his hand back into the deep slit in the coat. His tattooed knuckles disappeared into the dark wool. I heard the sound of paper crinkling.
Luca pulled his hand out.
He was holding a folded piece of thick, heavy parchment paper.
He carefully opened it on the kitchen counter.
I stepped closer, still holding Lily.
It wasn't a letter. It wasn't a bank statement.
It was a child’s drawing.
Drawn in thick blue crayon was a picture of a large house with a wraparound porch and a weeping willow tree in the front yard. But what made my blood run cold wasn't the drawing itself.
It was the back of the paper.
Through the thin parchment, I could see thick, black ink. Luca flipped the drawing over.
It was a page ripped from an accounting ledger. Columns of dates, massive amounts of money, and names. I recognized some of the names from the news—politicians, judges, and shipping magnates. At the very top, stamped in red ink, was the Bellini family crest.
“This is it,” Luca whispered, his eyes scanning the numbers. “This is the master ledger. The Bellinis have been skimming millions from the syndicate and paying off federal judges to look the other way. If the other families saw this, Carlo Bellini would be dead by morning.”
“Why did David have it?” I asked, my head spinning.
Luca looked up at me. “Because David didn't abandon you, Claire. He stole this ledger from Vanessa. He was running for his life. If he had stayed, they would have killed you and Lily too.”
The air left my lungs.
For four years, I had hated David. I had cursed his name every time I had to choose between paying the electricity bill and buying groceries. I had told Lily her father had gone away because he wasn't brave enough to be a dad.
But he had left to save us.
“Mommy?” Lily asked softly, pointing at the drawing of the house. “I know that house.”
Luca snapped his head toward her. “You know this house, Lily?”
Lily nodded. “Daddy drew it for me. Right before he went away. He said if I ever got scared, I should look at the drawing and pretend I was hiding in the basement.”
Luca stared at the drawing, his face draining of color.
“Lily,” Luca said gently. “Did your daddy ever tell you where this house is?”
“No,” Lily said. “But he said the lady with the red nails knows where it is.”
“The lady with the red nails,” I repeated. “Vanessa.”
“Vanessa came here,” Lily said, her little voice echoing in the quiet kitchen. “Last week. When you were at work, Mommy. The babysitter let her in.”
I felt physically sick. Vanessa had been in my home.
“She asked me where Daddy’s coat was,” Lily continued. “But I lied. I told her I threw it in the garbage. Because I didn't like her.”
Luca let out a heavy breath. He looked at me, his dark eyes filled with a fierce, terrifying protectiveness.
“Pack a bag,” Luca ordered. “Right now. Five minutes. You are not staying here.”
“Where are we going?” I asked, panic rising in my throat.
Luca picked up the ledger page. “To the house in the drawing. It’s my childhood summer home. David didn't just steal a piece of paper, Claire. He hid the rest of the ledger there. And Vanessa knows it.”
Before I could move, the sound of screeching tires echoed from the street below.
Luca rushed to the window and looked down.
Three black SUVs had just blocked the entrance to the apartment building. Men in dark suits were pouring out, reaching into their jackets.
They weren't Luca’s men.
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“Move!” Luca yelled, grabbing Lily from my arms.
He shoved me toward the fire escape just as the front door of my apartment splintered open.
