Chapter 87 Money Or Threats

• For a moment, the line was quiet, filled only with faint sounds from the other endpapers rustling, distant footsteps, maybe a held breath.
• Vincenzo shut the office door with a firm click and settled into the chair, elbows braced on the desk as he waited.
• “Yes,” Tommaso finally answered, his voice heavy, as if he’d only just found the strength to give weight to the words. “The official report came through. It confirms the preliminary findings: the explosion was no accident. There’s no room for doubt.”