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She smiled then—a real smile, bright and unafraid. “Too late,” she said. “I already know how to pick locks.”

Stany read it twice. Then a third time. The vault behind him, with its silver spools of cruelty and triumph, suddenly felt like a tomb. Stany Falcone

“Why me?” Stany whispered.

“I know,” Elena said. She opened the envelope and pulled out a single sheet of paper. “He wrote me a letter before he… before he went away. He said if I ever needed to be safe, I should come to you.” She smiled then—a real smile, bright and unafraid