Playing with Fire

The next morning, in Di Stefano's estate.

The room was silent except for the low hum of the air conditioner and the faint clink of ice in Di Stefano’s glass. He sat behind his desk, the dim light throwing half his face in shadow. Russo stood opposite him, head bowed slightly, report in hand.

Russo cleared his throat. “Boss, we’re still working on the investigation. Whoever did it, they knew exactl