The taxi took Maya right down the block from the building she was looking for. It was a sleek skyscraper of at least seven stories. The letters at the very top revealed that it could only belong to the man she was looking for since it had his name plastered across it in large silver letters. So much for being inconspicuous, she thought, but then she supposed the average person probably didn’t know that Valentino lived a double life. Those who did, knew he was dangerous.

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