CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

VINCENZO

I glanced out of my office window, my eyes drawn to the movement near the trees. The clock on the wall displayed 2:00 in the morning, and the torrential rain showed no signs of relenting. Curiosity mixed with concern as I observed the figure braving the elements. No one was supposed to be outside at this hour, especially in such a weather.

Instinctively, my hand reached for the familiar weight of my gun. Grabbing an umbrella, I swiftly made my way out of the office, my footsteps purposeful and determined. The rain poured down relentlessly, soaking me within seconds, but my focus remained fixed on the mysterious presence near the trees.

As I drew nearer, recognition washed over me. It was Anya. Her frail form stood amidst the rain, seemingly lost in her own world. Concern etched deep lines on my forehead as I called out to her, my voice barely audible over the pounding rain.

“What are you doing in the rain?” I asked, m