Rescued

Alessandro’s POV

“Good morning, sir,” Marco greeted me, as he walked into my office, clutching an iPad to his chest.

“Morning,” I looked up from my MacBook. “Anything new?”

“Yes, sir. I finally got something on Owen Garcia,” He divulged. “And it's bad. Really bad.”

Immediately, I flapped mu device shut as all my attention was fixated on Marco.

Although, I didn't find Owen that suspicious anymore, I still asked Marco to gather information about him for me, so as to be sure that he was as thoroughly pristine and perfect as he seemed outwardly.

And now, Marco was saying he had found something bad.

“Go on.”

“Owen Garcia is a registered sex offender in New Zealand,” He divulged, and my jaw dropped, as I sprang up from my seat.

“What? Are you sure you got information on the right Owen Garcia?” I asked, in utter disbelief.

Owen, as in my wife's close friend of over a decade was a sex offender?

“Yes, sir. I even crosschecked several times to be sure because I also couldn't believe it myself