Instead, it left her with another question.
If Dorato’s behavior wasn’t the real mystery, what had been happening inside the house?
At 9:42 p.m., the doorbell rang.
Camilla looked through the window.
A man stood at the gate, dressed in a dark coat.
He appeared to be in his late fifties, with silver hair and a face she didn’t recognize.
Edoardo immediately called the police.
The man waited patiently.
When Camilla finally spoke to him through the intercom, he gave a small, almost polite smile.
“My name is Vittorio Moretti,” he said. “I believe your father left you something that belongs to me.”
Camilla’s heart pounded.
“You need to speak to the police.”
“I would prefer to speak to you.”
“Then you can do it with the officers present.”
His smile disappeared.
For the first time, he looked angry.
“Your father was a stubborn man. He made a terrible mistake by involving his family in something he didn’t understand.”
