Chapter 4 - THE ROSARY
"He's my son," I choked out as we scrambled down the rusty fire escape into the freezing rain. "Leo. He’s seven."
Julian’s jaw clenched. I saw the gears turning in his head, calculating the math of ten years ago. "Where is he?"
"With a trusted sitter. He's safe."
My burner phone rang. It wasn't the sitter.
"Hello, Clara," Eleanor’s aristocratic voice purred through the speaker. In the background, a child whimpered. "Bring me my husband's ledger. Or little Leo won't see his eighth birthday."
A photo buzzed through to my screen. It was Leo, terrified, clutching Eleanor’s antique pearl rosary.
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"We have to give the ledger to her," I sobbed, the fight draining out of me.
Julian looked at me, a terrifying, icy fury settling in his eyes. "No. We’re going to take everything from her."
