Somewhere in the city, a man opened a folder containing Rosette Olsen’s photograph.
He stared at it for several seconds before smirking.
“Soon,” he whispered.
“Everything your family owns will be mine.”
He closed the folder and made a phone call.
“Prepare the operation.”
“The cruise starts tonight.”
Unaware of the darkness closing in around her, Rosette smiled as she boarded the ship.
It was the last time she would ever smile without fear.