Chapter 10~ Evil Banshee

Chapter 10

Vincenzo

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I spent another three hours with Aurelio and Vito, going over important footage and trying to extract any useful information from the bastard who drove Tristiano to his end.

His story hadn’t changed—whether from years of practice in the art of lying or because he was telling the truth, I’d find out tomorrow.

By the time I left Aurelio and Vito, it was nearly 11 PM. There were some personal findings I needed to make. Usually, I would return to my room to do this, but there was a ball of fire in that room—one that would talk me to madness if I went back.

So, I opted for my study instead.

I reached my study, the room was dark, lit only by the dim glow of the city outside, filtering through the large windows that stretched from floor to ceiling.

I didn’t bother turning on the lights. The darkness was more comfortable, more familiar.

I moved to the bar, pouring myself a glass of bourbon, the liquid amber catching the faint light as it swirled in the crys