The shift began quietly.
Not with sirens. Not with dramatic arrests. Not with some cinematic moment where truth crashed through the door and demanded attention.
It started with data.
Cold. Precise. Unemotional.
Two days after Alessandro's charges were dismissed, a forensic analyst flagged an inconsistency—something small buried in the metadata of one of the key documents used against him. A timestamp that didn't align. A server route that looped unnecessarily before landing where it shouldn't have.
At first, it looked like nothing.
Then someone pulled the thread.
And everything started to unravel.
The documents—the ones that had nearly destroyed Alessandro—had been expertly forged. Not amateur work. Not something thrown together in a rush. Whoever created them understood systems. Legal formatting. Digital signatures. Chain-of-custody protocols.
But they'd made one mistake.
They'd assumed no one would look closely after the damage was done.
They were wrong.
