Thomas sat in silence, the ticking of the wall clock filling the room like a countdown. Frank’s words still echoed in his head — trust no one. He wasn’t sure if that included Frank himself.
He rubbed his temples, his thoughts spiraling, trying to find a thread of logic amid the madness. “Giancarlo family,” he muttered under his breath, as if saying it aloud might make it less monstrous. But it didn’t. It only made the whole thing feel more real.
Frank was watching him — not speaking, just watching — and it made Thomas’s skin prickle. There was something unnerving about the man’s stillness, the precision of it. Frank didn’t fidget, didn’t breathe too loudly, didn’t move unless he had a reason.
Thomas looked up at him. “You said Delia’s accounted for,” he began cautiously. “That she’s saf
