Chapter 9 - THE MAN IN THE PORTRAIT

A sealed envelope arrived at Dante's office containing copies of correspondence between Victor Serno and Lorenzo Moretti. The letters were authentic enough to warrant forensic examination, and their contents were devastating. Lorenzo had suspected that Victor and Salvatore Costa were diverting profits from a shipping arrangement. Marco had taken up the investigation after their father's death.
One letter from Marco, dated a week before his murder, read: 'If I disappear, ask why Victor insists the Russo family did it.'
Dante read the sentence until the words lost shape. His father's portrait hung above the fireplace, its painted eyes turned toward a room that had sheltered a traitor for decades.
Carlo entered with new information. A former driver had agreed to speak under police protection. He remembered transporting Victor to a garage in Queens on the night Marco was killed. The garage had supplied the stolen plates later found on the burned sedan.
"I should have seen it," Carlo said. "Marco trusted me."
"He trusted Victor too," Dante answered.
That evening Victor requested a private meeting. Dante agreed only after arranging for his attorney and investigators to be nearby. Victor entered the study slowly, cane tapping against the carpet.
"You've become sentimental," Victor said. "Over a cook and her child."
"Sophia saw you send Isabella into my desk."
"Children see shadows."
"Marco saw the books. Daniel Vasquez saw the trucks."
Victor's expression emptied. "Be careful how you speak of the dead."
Dante stepped around the desk. "You used my grief to keep me obedient."
"I kept you alive."
"You kept me useful."
For an instant Victor looked old and tired. Then he straightened. "Your father understood that empires require sacrifice."
"My father is dead. Marco is dead. Daniel is dead. And you still want someone else to pay."
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Victor said nothing. When he left, he did not notice the unmarked investigators' car beyond the gate.
Dante watched him go, knowing the next move would not be a family negotiation.