Cadence

30. Lies

Cadence

Walking through the house I make my way downstairs and into the kitchen. Opening a cupboard I pull out a glass and fill it with orange juice from the fridge.

Taking a sip of the sweet liquid, I decide to go back upstairs.

But on my way I pass Nicolas' office. His door cracked open and no sound coming from inside. I've always wondered what goes on the other side of this door.

Ah fuck it.

Pushing the door open, I check behind me to make sure no one's looking and step into the room. Cold hardwood floors, dark oak desk and black walls, numerous books lined up on shelf's shined to perfection.

I run my finger along the shelf and look at my finger seeing no collected dust. Impressive. Walking over to the desk I look at the random pieces of paper scattered on the wooden surface.

Some with his signatures on to a man named Mr Delcato. This must be the Mexican mafias right hand man.

From what I've heard he's 6,5 brunette with a nasty scar going across his eye from a drug deal gone wrong a few years back.

Picking up a paper I see building leases, mainly clubs going from Nicolas' hands to Delcatos. Putting it down I walk around his chair and open his laptop.

I bet he's got porn on here.

The screen lights up with a picture of Mrs Volkov smiling right at me. She's always been a gorgeous woman, hair as black as the midnight sky and beautiful straight white teeth.

Clicking Log In I start guessing the password.

Jamie being first.

Incorrect.

Volkovdabest.

Incorrect.

What could it be? Slouching in the chair I rub my head trying to think of what it could possibly be.

Then it pops into my head, but I'm not sure he's that obsessed.

Cadence.

Incorrect.

Hmmm, ah, I know.

Malyshka.

Correct!

What are the odds?? Smiling to myself I open his emails, most of them being about possible targets and information on Delcato. Seems he doesn't trust him as much as he's letting on.

But then something catches my eye. Hirum. Finn Hirum. Why the fuck is he emailing my uncle. It's dated back to a few days ago.

Hirum:
If you don't stay away from her I'll tell her what you did.

Did what? What did he do?

Frowning I scroll up and find a link to a document.

Clicking on it I watch the video. Is that my house? Getting closer to the screen, I see my house, though it's decorated how we had it before. When my parents died. I look at the time stamp. 14.05.2014.

What the fuck?

The footage seems to be taken from a body cam, the person walks into the kitchen and grabs a knife.

Taking it they walk up the stairs and to my parents bedroom. No. No. No. No. They push open the door and my parents sleeping bodies come into view.

The person pulls back the covers and grabs my mother, pulling her to her feet and holding the knife against her neck. She silently tries to get out of his hold, but it doesn't work.