The villa was quiet, but the calm was deceptive. Elena stood in the war room, maps and dossiers scattered across the polished table. Palermo’s streets stretched below, dark and winding, holding secrets that could kill them if left unchecked. Every flicker of movement on the city’s surveillance cameras made her pulse quicken. The Shadow was still out there, orchestrating chaos from the darkness, and tonight, they would force him into the open.

Enzo appeared silently behind her, the weight of his presence grounding her. He didn’t speak immediately; he simply observed the maps with his piercing gaze.

“Every lead we’ve traced points toward three locations,” he said finally. “Abandoned warehouses...