The penthouse was quiet in a way that felt deliberate.
No Derek. No Erek. No voices overlapping downstairs. No utensils clattering.
Just Salvar, the morning, and the particular silence of a space that had been full of people twelve hours ago and wasn't anymore.
He sat on the edge of the bed and picked up his phone.
Opened the notes app.
Typed slowly with his good hand.
Matthew bought an apartment in Sky High Haven. With what money? Black money, or was someone funding him?
Only one way to find out.
He put the phone down and looked at the jeans from two days ago still lying on the floor where he had left them.
He reached into the pocket and pulled out a small card.
Funtafun Bar. Mr. Tafan.
The handwriting on the back was slightly uneven.
He dialed.
It rang four times.
"Funtafun Bar. Tafan speaking."
"Hello, Mr. Tafan. Remember me? The one who ate a free meal after signing his employment contract."
Silence on the other end.
Then a quiet exhale.
