THREE MONTHS LATER...
LUCIAN VITALE'S POINT OF VIEW
I can't sleep. Haven't had a full night's rest in over a month, pulling overtime at the office every single day.
I glance at the wall clock as I shut down my laptop-six in the morning. Time flies when you're drowning in numbers and deadlines. It feels like just yesterday I was staring at the same screen, the clock reading ten at night.
I stand up and slip on my coat, the wool heavy against my tired shoulders. I grab my phone and car keys from the desk-cool metal and plastic in my palm. I need to get home. They'll be waiting.
"Good morning, sir. Overtime again?" One of the morning-shift guards greets me at the exit, his breath fogging in the cool lobby air.
I offer him a gentle smile. "Yeah-gotta do it for the family."
