A dark rage floods through me.
I want to kill someone.
A hand gently closes around mine.
I briefly shut my eyes. Slowly, my muscles begin to relax.
When I open them again, Valeria is looking at me with softness and concern.
Someone ordered her death… and she’s still worried about me.
I squeeze her hand back.
Our eyes remain locked for several seconds.
Without a word, I press a kiss to her fingertips before forcing myself to focus on the documents again.
Mara scans through them quickly.
“The exchanges line up almost perfectly with the gala.”
Then she hands us several more pages.
I immediately recognize the codename used by the intermediary. But the name that truly catches my attention is the other one.
Falco.
The client.
Andrea speaks again.
“We managed to trace this ’Falco,’ who clearly isn’t a professional. And guess what…”
“Gaspard,” Valeria answers immediately.
“That’s right.”
Mara keeps analyzing the exchanges.
“All the clues point to him. Someone who knows Valeria, but isn’t part of her inner circle.”
I narrow my eyes while rereading certain messages.
“And Falco told the hitman which entrance to use. He even specified that a woman would open the door for him.”
We all understand immediately.
“Bianca,” Stephen mutters.
A heavy silence fills the room.
“But how do we prove all of this?” Mara finally asks.
Andrea pulls one last document from his folder.
“The shell company that paid the intermediary belongs to a holding company controlled by Peltier.”
Mara studies the papers carefully.