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Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply before settling into the couch. Opening them, I directed my gaze to Leo.
“Who killed him?”
“That, I do not know?”
“You don’t know?” Incredulity laced my tone as I stared at Leo.
Leo's expression turned grave, his eyes holding a weight of knowledge. "I didn't know at first, but a few days ago-“
“A few days ago?Lo sapevi qualche giorno fa (You knew that a few days ago)?” I interrupted, incredulous. Why was he just telling me now?
“I needed to make sure.” He explained. “I couldn’t just come to you without confirming. I was at the precinct, searching for files on a fellow officer's table. It was purely coincidental. As I was shuffling through the papers, something caught my eye. It was an old case file related to your father's accident."
My heart raced as I absorbed his words. Back then, Leo hadn’t been around to handle the case surrounding my father's death.
He had been assigned on a mission by my father outside the city. By the time Leo returned, the case had already been wrapped up as a car accident.
"I started reading through it, and there were inconsistencies, details that didn't add up," Leo continued, his voice laced with frustration and determination.
"The report stated that your father's car had collided with a drunken truck driver. But according to the skid marks on the road and the positioning of the vehicles, it seemed like your father's car had been forced off the road."
My mind raced to process the information. Deliberate action. Someone had intentionally caused my father's car to crash.
“Here,” He passed me the files lying on the table. I didn’t hesitate to open them and look at Leo's discussion.
He was right.
Leo's eyes met mine, his expression grim. "Matteo, I think your father's accident was no accident. I think he was murdered."
The words hit me like a blow, the room spinning around me.
"Murdered?" The word tasted bitter on my tongue as I grappled with the implications. "Why would someone want to kill my father?"
"That's what we need to find out," Leo replied, his tone determined.
"I've already started digging deeper into the case, discreetly, of course, but we need to tread carefully. If someone orchestrated your father's death, they won't hesitate to eliminate anyone who gets too close to the truth."
The room fell silent as Leo's words settled over us.
I can still remember the day my father died. He had attended a meeting with another mafia head to discuss terms on the distribution of Vitalin, the miracle drug that could cure all diseases.
The sun had already disappeared when the two finally agreed on the term. However, on his way back, he had been hit by a truck, completely totaling the car and sending it rolling.
When I first heard the news of my father's death, I couldn't believe it was all because of a drunken driver.
It seemed too simple, too mundane to explain the abrupt loss of the man who had been larger than life to me.
Doubts had crept into my mind from the beginning, suspicions that there might have been more to the story than what met the eye.
I had used all the resources at my disposal to dig into the details, desperate to find any evidence hinting at foul play.
There had been something nagging at the back of my mind, a feeling that the circumstances were too convenient, too perfectly orchestrated for it to have been a mere accident.
My determination had led me to turn every stone, follow every lead, and question every person who might have had a connection to that tragic night.
I had been consumed by the need to know the truth and unravel the mystery surrounding my father's death. Yet, despite all my efforts, I had come up empty-handed.
Even the mafia head my father had met with before the accident had been a suspect in my eyes.
