Chapter 254


    Chapter Two Hundred Fifty-Four


    Sephie


    “So, you really confirmed she’s buying drugs when she goes to the lobby?” Keith asked. It was almost


    like he was expecting us to tell him his suspicions were false.


    “She’s apparently got a nasty little coke habit,” Misha said. He held up the vial he picked off Giana


    earlier that day.


    Keith’s eyes went wide. “That’s what fell out of her purse that day!” he said, pointing to the vial in


    Misha’s hand.


    “If she’s buying that much coke twice a week, she’s got to be staying high almost constantly right now.


    It’s likely why we haven’t seen much of her. That kind of habit eventually gets difficult to hide.” Ivan


    said.


    “I wonder if that exins her nervousness around you guys from the beginning. I’m positive she caught


    on to how observant we all are right away. She’s never liked being in the same room as all of us. He ll,


    she’s never really liked being around us much at all, unless there’s shopping involved,” I said.


    “It’s easier to hide when shopping. She can be more animated without arousing suspicion,” Andrei said.


    “Have you noticed her having nosebleeds?” Ivan asked Keith.


    “She’s had a coupletely. She mes the weather. She says she ha tes it when it gets cold,” Keith


    said.


    “Have you seen Armando questioning her about anything? Not that he would do it in front of you, but I


    just wonder if he’s noticing any of this,” I asked Keith.


    “I haven’t seen anything. Ever since they got into a fight about her basically using you of being an


    addict, which is really ironic now, they’ve had a strained rtionship. I think they even slept in separate


    rooms this past weekend at least one night.. I’ve heard them arguing, but they’re always arguing in


    Italian so I can’t understand what they’re saying,” he said.


    “It’s Italian. They could be confessing their love for each other and it would probably still sound like a


    heated argument,” Adrik sald sarcastically.


    “I’ve heard Armando arguing on the phone several timestely too. Again, always in Italian. There was


    one argument that got really heated, so I recorded part of it,” Keith pulled his phone out of his pocket.


    We all looked at him, somewhat surprised. “I don’t like not being able to understand what’s going on.


    I’m not being nosey, but if I’m supposed to be keeping this dude safe, then I need to know what’s going


    on,” he said.


    “Fair point,” I said. He found the recording on his phone and turned the volume all the way up. It wasn’t


    the best recording, so I couldn’t hear it well enough from across the office. He tossed his phone to me


    so I could put it closer to my ear. It was just Armando’s voice, so he wasn’t on speaker. Not that I


    could’ve understood the other person on this recording. I listened to it a couple of times to make sure I


    was hearing it correctly. “He’s talking in very vague terms. Saying things like ‘I’ll take care of it’ and “you


    have to give me time. At the end he says, ‘I told you that wasn’t going to work but you wouldn’t listen to


    me.”” ! tossed the phone back to Keith.


    Adrik pulled me back against him again, hugging me tightly. He put his lips close to my ear, saying


    quietly, “if I haven’t told you how grateful I am to have youtely, just know I’m incredibly grateful to


    have you.” I felt my cheeks flush slightly. He left his cheek against mine for a few moments.


    “What do we know of his business dealstely?” Ivan asked. “He could be talking about a business


    deal that isn’t working out the way it’s supposed to. I would like to stick with that option rather than the


    other option my mind came up with.”


    “Do we want to know the otlier option?” Andrei asked.


    “If he’s really considering switching sides, that could exin the first two statements. The third could be


    in reference to either. the ball or the explosion in Italy. Or the failed kidnapping attempt,” Ivan said. He


    had a habit of rubbing his hand over his goatee when he would worry,


    “I see why you’d prefer to stick with the first option,” Andrei said.


    Adrik felt me tense at the mention of those three events. His hands found mine and heced his fingers


    through mine, keeping my arms on top of his that were wrapped around my waist. “What else did you


    find out about Giana this afternoon? You guys have been down here all afternoon, it can’t be just that


    she’s the addict among us,” Adrik asked. I was both surprised and impressed that he was remaining as


    calm as he was right now. His fingers lightly yed with mine, sending waves of warmth up


    my arms as we talked.


    “She slipped a note to her dealer. We’re thinking it’s all in reference to Armando’s house, but none of us


    have been there recently,” Viktor said. He produced the note that I had tranted earlier and handed it


    to Keith. “Can you make sense of any of that, in reference to his house?” he asked.


    Keith studied the note. “Well, I’m sure you all know his safe is impossible. You have to have Armando


    to get into that thing, so that checks out.” He read the other three sentences and then read them again.


    “Top of the stairs, third door on the right is Armando’s room.”


    “Does he keep anything special in there or is he the special thing?” I asked.


    “He has a second safe in there, but it’s just like the bigger one in his office. You have to have Armando


    to get into it,” Keith said. He thought for a few minutes more, studying the note.


    “Armando had some very pricey art on his walls in his house in Italy. Do you know if that’s the case


    here as well?” I asked.


    I could see the light bulb turn on in Keith’s head. “That’s what that means. Look, I don’t know art. I


    couldn’t tell you how much these paintings are worth or even what the paintings are of, in a couple of


    cases, but he has the majority of paintings in these rooms on the first floor. He has a few upstairs as


    well, all in his room. Maybe that’s why his room is specifically pointed out. It’s really the only one with


    any kind of paintings in it upstairs.”


    “It sounds like she’s nning an art heist,” Ivan said. “If she’s looking for maximum profit, that’s the way


    to go if you can’t ess the safe. But stolen art is very hard to sell. Given that her family used to be


    wealthy, she might have connections on how to move it, but this seems well above her level of


    Intelligence.”


    “Her family is no longer wealthy, then?” Adrik asked.


    “Viktor figured it out. It didn’t make sense that she was nning on robbing Armando if she came from


    a wealthy family. She has all the money she could want with Armando. Why would she be trying to rob


    him, if not for arger reason? When she ‘apologized’ to me, it was clear that her family still controls


    her,” I said.


    “Her father has made some terrible business decisions since he took over from Giana’s grandfather.


    They’re virtually penniless now.” He pulled up the first article he found and walked over to show Adrik.


    “One of the biggest deals that cost him a substantial amount of money was with Armando.” Adrik


    looked at the pleture for a moment. I could suddenly feel his anger rising quickly.


    up and turned to look at him. He was still looking at theputer screen. He pointed to the man that


    looked vaguely r in the picture, then looked to me. “That’s who he was arguing with yesterday after


    the me


    “What does this article say?” he asked me.


    “It was originally a huge business deal that they started before they got approval. Three investors


    pulled out, but it doesn’t give a reason why, and thest investor, Giana’s father, tried to fund the


    project on his own. He lost a ton of money. It also doesn’t give a reason why approval wasn’t granted


    either,” I said.


    “What about the other article you haven’t seen yet?” Ivan asked, pointing to hisputer. I pulled that


    article up and scanned it. “This one is about a fire that demolished an entire apartment building. Three


    people died in the fire. Firefighters were unable to put the fire outpletely for three days. Um, gory


    details nobody wants to know about. Ah, Giana’s father owned the building,” I said.


    ConTEent bel0ngs to N?v(e)lD/rama(.)Org .


    “Could be insurance fr aud,” Ivan said. “It’s an old scam.”


    I searched for more articles about that building. Most were just reporting the incident, but I eventually


    found one that reported the ruling on the insurance im. “I think you’re right, Super Squish. He filed


    an insurance im, but they did an investigation and concluded the fire was deliberately set. ording


    to this article, they never found who set the fire.”


    “Sounds very simr to Armando’s exploding office building in Italy,” Stephen said.


    “Do you think Armando was behind his own building exploding? Is he trying the same scam?” I asked.


    Stephen just shrugged.


    his shoulders. “Follow-up question: did they have these kinds of insurance scams in the 1500s when


    you were just a wee


    vampire of 400 years?”