He wasn’t looking at the house.
He was watching it.
Alessandro recognized him instantly.
Vincent Russo.
One of his own men.
His oldest driver.
The man who had driven Elena home from the hospital the day Mateo was born.
His stomach tightened.
Vincent had been one of the people leading the search for Elena and Mateo.
If Vincent had known where they were all this time…
Everything changed.
Without taking his eyes off the street, Alessandro reached into his pocket and silently removed his phone.
He typed a single message.
Find out everything Vincent Russo has done during the last twelve months. Do it quietly. Trust no one.
The reply came almost immediately from Victor.
Already started.
A second message followed.
Boss… there’s something you need to see.
An image appeared on the screen.
It was a security photograph taken from the Moretti estate.
The timestamp…
…matched the morning Elena had disappeared.
