Marco was on a call with the guards who found Sofia in his room. The chopper hummed steadily beneath him as it flew over the city.
He held the phone to his ear, the guard's voice crackling slightly through the connection. Marco laughed, leaning back in his seat. "What in the world is she looking for in an old man's room? Money? Jewelry? My secret stash of candy?"
The guard on the other end paused, then responded carefully. "She won't talk yet, sir. She's just sitting there, glaring at me for reporting. But if you'd allow it, we'll get it out of her."
Marco chuckled again, shaking his head. "No need for that. Let her go. She's my granddaughter... probably just curious or looking for something silly. Kids these days."
The guard sounded surprised. "Sir? Are you sure? She was rummaging through your papers."
