This time he didn’t approach the window.
He quietly removed the pistol concealed beneath his jacket.
The familiar weight settled naturally in his hand.
He signaled for Elena to take the children into the hallway.
She obeyed without argument.
Another knock.
Then a man’s voice.
« Package delivery. »
Alessandro frowned.
At nearly ten o’clock at night…
No delivery company operated in this neighborhood.
The voice came again.
« Special delivery for Miss Emma Greene. »
Emma looked confused.
« I didn’t order anything. »
Alessandro glanced through the peephole.
No delivery truck.
Only a man wearing a brown courier uniform.
One package rested at his feet.
The courier smiled directly into the hidden camera above the door.
Too directly.
He knew it was there.
Alessandro stepped backward.
« Nobody opens that door. »
Victor’s voice suddenly exploded through the phone speaker.
« Boss! »
Alessandro raised the phone.
« What? »
« Our bomb technician just identified the courier company. »
