The silence in the De Luca estate was deceptive.
Damian stood by the tall window of his study, arms crossed, eyes narrowed as he stared into the night. His reflection in the glass looked like a ghost, haunted, burdened, unrelenting.
It had been hours since the intruder escaped.
His men had scoured the streets, docks, abandoned warehouses, and underground tunnels, but there was no trace. It was as if the man had evaporated into thin air.
It made no sense.
He was injured. He shouldn't have been able to move, let alone escape undetected. Unless… he had help.
The thought dug at him.
A knock at the door broke through his thought. It opened without waiting for a response.
“Don,” Matteo stepped inside, his expression grim. “Still no sign.”
Damian didn’t speak for a moment. He turned slowly, his eyes sharp. “I want all surveillance footage within a ten-mile radius of this estate pulled. I want every known smuggler, rogue medic, black-market peddler, anyone who could have hel
