Fifty-Three

Luciano's POV

I rummaged through the papers on my desk, feeling overwhelmed by the whirlwind of events unfolding around me. It was all happening so fast, like a speeding train, and I barely had a moment to collect my thoughts. Pushing the papers away, not caring that some flew off the desk while others clung to its cluttered edges, I let out a frustrated sigh and rose abruptly from my chair. Every murder weighed heavily on me, and the number kept increasing. I still had no clue about the killer's identity or whereabouts.

It gnawed at me, fueling a burning desire to slam my fist against the wall. I had exhausted every avenue to gather information, but the killer remained cunningly hidden in the shadows. Oh, when I found him, I vowed to strangle him with my bare hands. Lost in my thoughts, I was interrupted by a faint knock, and I glanced up as the oak door begrudgingly opened with a creak.

My secretary peeked her shockingly pink head through the narrow gap, uncertain whether to enter o