Chapter 7 - THE DRAWING IN THE ASHES
The sirens grew deafening as three fire trucks pulled onto the street, bathing the alleyway in flashing red lights.
"Gone?" Luca demanded, stepping toward me.
"I'm sorry," I sobbed, frantically checking my pants pockets, the ground, everywhere. "The coat is old. The lining was torn. It must have fallen out when we were running through the kitchen."
Arthur closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the brick wall.
"Two million dollars," Arthur whispered. "Burned to ash."
Luca stared at the inferno consuming his father's legacy.
He didn't yell at me. He didn't blame me.
He just set his jaw.
"Rossi," Luca said. "Get Arthur and Megan to the safe house. Do not let them out of your sight."
"Where are you going, Boss?" Rossi asked.
Luca buttoned his overcoat.
"I'm going to see my accountant. If I can't pay Vincent with the diamonds, I'll pay him in blood."
The next morning, I sat at the kitchen island of a sterile, heavily guarded penthouse overlooking the Chicago river.
Arthur sat beside me, sipping black coffee in silence.
The TV in the living room was muted, showing aerial footage of the smoldering ruins of the Moretti restaurant.
The door unlocked, and Luca walked in.
He looked exhausted. His suit was wrinkled, and his knuckles were bruised.
"Did you find him?" Arthur asked quietly.
Luca walked to the counter and poured a glass of water.
"Vincent is gone. He emptied his holding company's accounts at 6:00 AM and went into hiding. He knows I'm coming for him."
"And my mother?" I asked, my voice cracking.
"She's safe," Luca said gently. "I had my men move her to a private wing at Mercy Hospital last night. Vincent can't touch her."
I let out a sob of relief, covering my face with my hands.
"But the debt still stands," Luca said, his voice hardening. "He sent a courier this morning. He wants the deed to the property by noon, or he takes the contract on your mother to the Chicago syndicate. They will enforce it."
Arthur looked at his hands. "Without the diamonds, we have nothing to bargain with."
Luca pulled the faded leather journal from his coat and tossed it onto the granite counter.
"My father was a cautious man," Luca said. "If he hid the diamonds in the bracelet, he wouldn't leave it to chance. He would leave a backup plan."
He opened the journal.
"I stayed up all night reading this. It's not just payroll. It's a map."
He flipped to the very last page.
Tucked into the back cover was a folded piece of paper.
Luca unfolded it.
It wasn't a blueprint.
It was a child's drawing done in crayon.
I recognized it instantly.
"I drew that," I whispered. "When I was six years old. Waiting for my mom to finish her shift."
It was a drawing of the restaurant kitchen. But in the corner of the drawing, I had scribbled a large, red X over one of the floor tiles near the freezer.
"Why did you draw an X, Megan?" Luca asked, staring at me.
I tried to remember. It was twenty years ago.
"Because... your father asked me to," I realized, the memory flooding back. "He gave me a red crayon and told me to mark the 'special tile' so he would never forget where he put his treasure."
Arthur gasped.
"He didn't put the diamonds in the bracelet," Arthur realized. "The bracelet was a decoy for anyone who managed to open the desk."
Luca grabbed his coat.
"Rossi!" Luca yelled. "Get the car! We're going back to the ashes."
We arrived at the ruins of the restaurant just as the sun was rising.
The building was a smoking shell of black brick and twisted metal.
We climbed over the yellow police tape, ignoring the warnings of the fire marshal.
Luca led us straight into the remains of the kitchen.
Everything was destroyed. The stoves were melted husks.
But the floor tiles near the back freezer were miraculously intact, shielded by a collapsed metal beam.
"Here," I pointed, stepping over a charred beam. "Third tile from the left."
Rossi handed Luca a crowbar.
Luca drove the iron bar into the grout and pried the heavy ceramic tile up.
Beneath it was a small dirt cavity.
And resting in the dirt was a heavy, fireproof lockbox.
Luca pulled it out and smashed the padlock with the crowbar.
He opened the lid.
Inside was a velvet pouch.
He untied the strings and poured the contents into his hand.
Ten massive, flawless uncut diamonds glittered in the morning light.
"We have it," Luca breathed.
"Well done, Luca," a voice echoed from the doorway.
We turned.
Standing in the ruins of the kitchen, holding a suppressed pistol, was Vincent Bellini.
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And standing right beside him, looking completely terrified, was Vanessa.
"Thank you for finding my retirement fund," Vincent smiled. "Now kick the box over here, or I'll bury you in your father's ashes."
