It was well past midnight, and the entire premises lay shrouded in peaceful slumber. Most people were lost in the depths of their dreams, unaware of the two figures who had awakened like night owls. These individuals delved into files, meticulously crafting strategies to apprehend the elusive third party that had intruded upon their domain without leaving a single shred of evidence.
Alessia meticulously examined the objects in the box, but not a single fingerprint or trace of the chip and phone's last location could be confirmed beyond the outskirts. It seemed as if the perpetrator was already well aware of their investigative methods and had left no trace behind.
Could there be a mole within their own mafia ranks?
"Alessia, show me the footage of the two," Venezio ordered urgently, pushing aside the files scattered across the table.
With a nod of acknowledgment, Alessia paused her work and adjusted the laptop on Venezio's desk. After clicking the start button, the screen displayed the footage, and Venezio leaned in, focusing intently on the activities of Celia and Vincent. He analyzed every single movement, scrutinizing Celia's every step. His eyebrows furrowed when he found no mistakes or suspicious behavior.
No one could execute a task with such flawless precision.
Or perhaps, was Celia merely a pawn in their opponent's game? These were the initial thoughts that crossed his mind as he watched the footage.
"Don, what do you think? Who could it be?" Alessia carefully chose her words, observing his troubled expression and deep contemplation.
He did not immediately respond. Instead, he shut off the laptop and rose from his seat. Walking toward the window, he lit a cigarette, engrossed in his thoughts about Celia. Alessia remained in her position, waiting for his next order or any insight regarding the ongoing case.
"This isn't the work of the government," he finally stated, revealing the conclusion he had reached amidst his turmoil.
"Why do you say that?" Alessia inquired, her voice barely above a whisper.
Turning around to face her, he replied, "The government does not engage in such dirty games. If they were involved, they could have used Vincent as bait. However, instead of capturing him, they killed him and sent his head as a macabre surprise. Moreover, the objects they left behind are untraceable. They did not kill Ivanov's son; instead, they inflicted brutal injuries upon him." Taking a final drag of his cigarette, he extinguished it in the ashtray on the table.
"So, you're suggesting that this person could be another member of the mafia?" Alessia inquired, her curiosity fully piqued.
"Perhaps," he affirmed, his gaze sharp and penetrating.
"I want a report on that woman by tomorrow. Everything we can gather about her, her family, and her friends," he ordered, retrieving his phone and blazer before making his way toward the door. Alessia nodded urgently, packing her briefcase in preparation to leave the room.
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