Captured And Claimed By The Mafia Don
Leonardo pov
"I tried to find a hint in the video, and here..." The tech bro's voice broke through the static hum in the room, drawing my attention to the monitor. He pointed at the screen. "There’s a reflection of neon lights."
I leaned in, squinting at the faint glow. The lights were blurry, barely distinguishable against the shadows.
"This is useless," Mario groaned, pacing behind me. "Neon lights are everywhere."
"No, not this time," I said, my voice sharp. My mind raced, connecting the dots. "This is spring—neon light production slows down during this season. It’s expensive to maintain, so only people who already have it would use it."
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