Chapter 6

Vincenzo's POV 

“Wait a minute,” I say, trying to process what may have transpired, “You mean, you didn't find any other body at the scene?” I ask Detective James, my voice laced with unbelief as I squint.

“Just what I said earlier,” Detective James said, ambling close to me to have a look at the body, “if you ask me, I think this was planned because everyone involved ran off, their main aim as to kill your father, maybe someone put a bounty on your Dad or maybe they had a different plan altogether, after their Job was done they zoomed off, I tried to look into the CCTV at the area where the accident took place, but at the time of this accident, they were off, this could only mean that this accident was sponsored by an influential person, but the question is who is it?” Detective James narrated.

I saw sense in his explanation, with each emphasis, I could only wonder who wanted my father dead so bad, I was not one to cry, but my heart was currently constricting in my chest, I let out a small laugh, pressing my chin, something I do when I'm angry, and my men will know that it was going to be a bad day in the Dante household.

“Thomas, Thomas, Thomas,” I said sarcastically, my tone dangerous and menacing, “How would you mess with Dante's? You worked with us for so many years and yet you allied with an enemy to kill my father? I'm sorry, but I'll treat you and your family like my offenders the moment I lay my eyes on you,” I said to myself, audibly, that everyone in the room would hear me.

Then I looked at James who had a solemn expression on his face I knew he would be trembling but that's none of my concern, you can't feel comfortable around me, it's against my policies unless I want you to, “I do have an enemy in mind, but I'm not sure it's him, I mean, a man at my father's level would have enemies flocking all over the place, it could be anyone, but one Rodriguez is my main suspect for now, he has tried killing me before,” I scoffed, “but I ate his men alive,” I say, with a sinister smile.

I saw the shocked look on Detective James' face before he masked it again, “Okay, Rodriguez, what would you have me do? Should call him up and investigate him? Or do you have anything in mind?” Detective James asked, not wanting to conclude for me.

“No you don't have to investigate him, he is not in hiding, but I have to be sure it's him, just keep up with the investigation we need to fish out Thomas quickly so he can tell us who is the Master minder of my father's death,” I tell Detective James as we are talking, the Diener walks in and my men quickly hide their guns not to create any suspicions, not like she would do anything but for the sake of the Dante reputation.

Only a few people knew this side of us, to the Media and blogs, we were successful businessmen. It took us a great amount of money to hide our dirty part from the Media when some people discovered, and the ones who snitched on us got killed instantly.

No one messes with the Dantes and goes Scott-free.

As I head for the door I look back at the lady who's trying to clean up my father's body, “When you're done, send his body to my house,” I say and she nods in obedience.

The Mafia world can be very crazy, they can even steal his body and make sure he never has a burial, that's why I want it under my watch in my villa.

“So, are you going to see where the accident took place, I'm sure by now the car hasn't been moved yet,” Detective James asked.

“Of course yes, maybe I might find something meaningful,” I replied.

I walk out of the ward majestically, my men closely following behind me, the sound of my footsteps resounding in the hallway as we head out.

Detective James follows us to the place where our cars are parked, one of my men opens the door for me, and I beckon Detective James to enter from the other end, we head out of the hospital and Detective James directs my driver to the place where the accident took place, a lonely road part surrounded by farms.

Soon I see two damaged cars by the roadside, and I don't need a soothsayer to tell me this was the accident that killed my father, I see the customized plate number of the car he went out with earlier that day.

Immediately the car stops I step out, to take close observations of the accident, I see the bloodstains in the back seats, and I know it's my father's blood because he always sat at the back.

I looked at the driver's side and there was no trace of blood, only the shattered glass of the window was all that was on the chairs.

I took my time and looked around the car and then I went to the truck that was close to the damaged car, I looked into the truck and nothing valuable was inside.

 “Did you and your crew see anything in this scene to trace at least the owner of the truck? Maybe we could begin from there,” I shrugged, getting down from the truck, and walking out of the scene raising the yellow barrier tape over my head.

“Nothing, except your father's phone,” Detective James said bringing out a phone that was covered in blood that was put in a transparent bag, “ I wonder why they didn't take it, it kind of makes the whole thing confusing, because they would have taken it if they wanted, they ensured to cover their tracks properly,” Detective James reasoned.

“Let's say they didn't take it so they won't be traced, smart work isn't it ?"I said.