The black SUV rolled slowly down a quiet street, its engine the only sound in the late afternoon air. Inside, Enzo sat behind the wheel, drumming his fingers against it while Paolo scrolled through his phone beside him.
Enzo broke the silence.
“This is the sixth person we’ve spoken to, Paolo… and not a single one remembers seeing Stefano during the Gianluca operation.” His tone was edged with frustration. “The worst part? None of De Luca’s men even want to talk to us because of the damn war he’s trying to start.”
Paolo let out a slow breath. “It’s frustrating, I know. If only we could get one person—just one—who will talk… or who remembers seeing him during the operation.”
They both fell silent for a few minutes, the hum of the road filling the air. Finally, Enzo asked, “Who’s next on
