Luca nodded slowly, his mind already shifting gears. "Ricardo's?" he asked.
"Yeah."
Luca looked away briefly, his expression tightening just a fraction as the implications lined up neatly in his head.
Well… that complicates things. This would wreck Marco royally. Luca exhaled slowly, pushing the thought aside just as quickly.
It wasn't his place. If Marco was in love—really in love—then it wasn't Luca's job to name it for him.
Or interfere with it. Some things a man had to face on his own. Vee, meanwhile, had started pacing, her movements restless, her mind clearly running ahead.
"Who would want Rosa dead?" she asked, more to herself than to him.
"I promise you, Valentina is safe," Luca said. "Marco will let us know if it's a random attack."
Vee stood still for a moment, her arms wrapped around herself, holding everything in place. "Do you think it is?" she asked.
"Have you noticed anything suspicious?" he asked. "Around the shop… or around you?"
