“Do you have any idea where your father could’ve hidden money?” asks Kat.
“He left us with debt,” says the girl. “My mom almost broke from it, that’s why we went to England and lived with friends there in the beginning. My memory is so blurred from my past; I was only twelve when he died—I tried not to think about it.”
“What friends?”
“My mother’s brother, John, and his wife. They live in Cornwall.”
“John—?”
“John Brooks and his wife Ellen, he’s in my contacts in my phone, please take it, use it, whatever. I have nothing to hide.”
“I am going to leave you here, do not try anything,” says Kat and walks out of the room. I watch the corridor feed. She does not lock the door.
A dangerous smirk of admiration for Kat’s cunningness curves my lips. She is testing her. If she saves herself and leaves Luisa behind, we can be sure she is guilty of something.
“Rose,” says Kat as she comes up and slowly walks up to me with her phone in her hand. “That John and Ellen, they do not exist. Zeus can’t find anything on them.”
“You think Antonio and the wife lived a double life,” I say.
“Likely. Maybe staged. Let’s see how she acts, I let the door?—“
“Unlocked, I saw. In for a bet?”
“A hundred she won’t go for it,” says Kat. “She’s too scared.”
“Well, I am sure she’ll leave without checking for Luisa and will try to save her ass.”
“Alright,” says Kat. “I am going through her phone to find that John and Ellen.”
“I want them dead, too. Anyone, real or fake family, will be dead.”
Kat pulls up her equipment and dives into her digital world while I watch the catacombs cams.
“How’re things with your girl?” I ask.
“Wonderful,” she says. “She threatens to kill me at least twice a day. Let me know if I should introduce you.”
“You know the drill,” I say.
“I know. But some things may change. Look at me,” she says and looks up from her computer.
“I’m not you,” I say. “I cannot have anyone outside knowing.”
“Lilian belongs to me,” says Kat. “She’s not an outsider. She might know someone you could like?”
“I will never settle down for anyone or anything, nor do I socialise,” I say harshly.
“Never say never,” she says with her playful attitude.
“I can understand your girl’s desire to murder you several times a day,” I say dryly, and Kat laughs.
At that moment, the girl in the cell moves.
“Action,” I say, and walk over to Kat, showing her the surveillance footage.
The girl crawls over the ground and explores the cell with her fingers. She finds the door. Opens it. She crawls further. I’m ready to win and hold out my hand to get the hundred bucks, but Kat only nods towards the tablet.
“Luisa,” whispers the girl. Damn, I thought she would leave and run for the hills.
