“Luca.”
He stops.
“You saw her.”
“Yes.”
“What did you see?”
He considers the question carefully. Not because he doesn’t have an answer, but because he understands what I’m asking.
“Composed,” he says. “Aware. Not afraid.”
I wait. “And?”
Another pause.
“She watches everything,” he adds. “Not like someone looking for escape. Like someone deciding what matters.”
I don’t respond. He leaves.
The second report arrives shortly after.
08:42 — kitchen access requested. Redirected.
08:50 — interaction with Teresa Conti.
09:03 — east corridor. Repeated path.
09:11 — service passage attempted. Locked.
09:19 — returns.
09:27 — north corridor entry. Restricted.
09:29 — visual contact with guard.
09:30 — no challenge issued.
09:32 — exit.
“Why was she in the north corridor?” I ask.
“Matteo delayed his response,” Luca says. “By three seconds.”
“And she used it?”
“Yes.”
“Is the corridor sensitive?”
“No.”
I set the report down. “Then it doesn’t matter.”
“She crossed a restricted boundary,” he says. Not arguing. Just stating.
“And left,” I reply.
