*Jacopo’s POV*

As I leaned in close to Francesco's lifeless body, I noticed something sticking out of his shirt. It was a thin black wire that connected to a small box in the waistband of his slacks. A fucking wire. With one swift move, I grabbed the wire and pulled it from his shirt. I raised the receiver to my mouth and greeted Francesco’s father, "Hello, Vincent.”

My voice echoed in the empty parking lot before I angrily ripped it off and ground it into ...