The morning air on the island felt deceptively peaceful. Waves rolled gently against the shore.Tourists laughed near cafés. Music drifted from beach speakers. But inside Alessandro’s suite, none of it reached him anymore.He stood fully dressed, unmoving, staring at his reflection again. His face had changed over the past days. Not physically.But something behind his eyes had shifted. Restlessness had replaced confidence. Tension had replaced control.He adjusted his cuff slowly. Then stopped. Because his hands were shaking again. Alessandro exhaled sharply.“Get a grip.”The words sounded weak even to himself. His phone rang. He already knew who it was before looking. The lawyer. He answered immediately.“What?” The lawyer didn’t waste time.“They moved again.” Alessandro’s expression hardened.“Who moved?”“The investigators.”Silence. Then Alessandro’s voice dropped. “Where?”The lawyer hesitated. “That’s the problem.”Alessandro’s patience snapped instantly. “What problem?”“Th