Chapter 4 - Unveiling Walter’s True Identity
“I’m Renley Hart,” she answered, keeping a firm grip on her bicycle handles as a shield between them.
“Renley,” Vincenzo murmured, tasting the name on his tongue as if it held the weight of a forgotten history.
“You said Walter Pike was your regular customer for two years,” the mafia boss continued, stepping a fraction closer.
“Yes, sir. Every Thursday after school, I brought him soup and bread from the community kitchen,” Renley explained bravely.
Vincenzo let out a bitter, heartbroken laugh, shaking his head slowly as he looked up toward the starry night sky.
“For ten years, my intelligence network searched every corner of this country for him,” Vincenzo whispered softly.
“And all this time, the most feared syndicate accountant in history was living quietly just blocks away eating your soup.”
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Renley blinked in sheer confusion, unable to process how an old man who lived in a tiny, drafty apartment could be dangerous.
“Mr. Pike wasn't dangerous to me, sir; he was just lonely,” Renley insisted, her protective instincts flaring up for her old friend.
