One month after Vincent's surrender, the headlines had faded, replaced by political scandals and celebrity gossip. Within the Castillo organization, however, his absence remained a palpable void.
Sarah found Diego in Vincent's former office, surrounded by files and digital records, methodically reorganizing the family's enterprises.
"You missed lunch," she said, setting a sandwich beside him.
Diego looked up, fatigue evident in the shadows beneath his eyes. "I lost track of time."
"You've been losing track a lot lately," Sarah observed, perching on the edge of the desk. "Nonna is worried."
"There's so much to untangle," Diego gestured at the paperwork. "Vincent's operations were more complex than I realized. Some of these connections go back decades."
Sarah picked up a folder, scanning its contents with her prosecutor's eye. "This shipping company in Naples... it's a money laundering front, isn't it?"
"Was," Diego corrected. "I've already sold our interest. The legitimate businesses ar
