THIRTY – THE BEGINNING OF DOOM

MIRA

“What do you think it means?”

Vanessa gives me a wide-eyed stare.

“It appears you have a stalker. That’s for sure.”

I roll my eyes at her.

“Not helping, Nessa.”

I pick up the picture and give it an assessing glance.

“It’s him, isn’t it? That lying, cheating prick from the brothel in Las Vegas.”

“It sure is.” Vanessa confirms. “Thing is, what is Mason doing in a photo with him? Why would someone send you this photo? What does it all mean?”

My brain is all but ready to explode by now. Then it hits me.

“Mason does not have any relationship with this mafia. This photo is definitely photoshopped.”

Vanessa motions at the picture and I hand it over to her;

“If that is the case, this person has some very serious photoshopping skills. The picture’s perfect. It’s almost as if they were really having a conversation at the brothel.”

“What do you mean by that?“

She flops down on the bed and stuffs another granola bar into her mouth.

“I mean, how well do you even know Mason? The letter clearl