the stranger was asleep three walls away. And her daughter was three years old.

CHAPTER 5 — THE ACCOUNTING

Marco was in the anteroom within forty minutes. Aleandro did not stand when he came in. He did not offer him a chair. He only slid the silk handkerchief across the polished surface of the walnut desk, corner up, letter facing.

Marco looked at it. He had worked for Aleandro long enough not to ask what he was being shown.

“October 2019,” Aleandro said. “Everywhere she worked. Everywhere she slept. Every man