The clock on the wall of the DUMBO safehouse read two in the morning. Outside, the East River was dark and still as obsidian, reflecting the illuminated steel cables of the Brooklyn Bridge under the crisp night air. Inside the master suite, Elena sat on the edge of the cedar bed, wearing a tailored silk robe of midnight navy. Resting on her lap was her father Vittorio Bellini’s original leather-bound…
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