"If you're sexting my sister while standing right next to me, I'm going to fucking rip your ballsack off," Viktor mutters.
I let out a bark of laughter, then look at the screen again. There's one Albanian fucker wearing a hoodie, and we can't get a good look at his face.
"Anything on the other guy?" I ask as I look at the facial recognition software scanning his face through the system.
"No."
A knock at the door has me straightening up, and when I open it, the receptionist from the lobby smiles politely at me. "The envelope, Sir."
"Thanks." I take it from her and shut the door. I tear the side open and frown when there are no papers. I tip it over,
and something shiny falls from it, bouncing on the floor.
The blood in my veins turns to ice, and a hard tremor rocks
the ground beneath my feet.
No.
As if in a trance, I crouch down and pick up the wedding ring.
"What's that?" Viktor asks. I hear his seat squeak as he gets up. "Luca?"
Darting up, I yank the door open and call out, "Stacy!"
The receptionist startles, quickly turning back. "Sir?"
"Who gave you the envelope?"
"A courier guy."
I swing to Viktor. "Pull up the security footage for the lobby?"
He gets to work, muttering, "Care to fill me in on why I'm doing this?"