The three days between Monday night and Thursday afternoon passed the way bad weeks always did inside the estate: in noise that sounded like order.
Silvio came back on Tuesday and worked through the security rotation logs with the patience of a man who had all the time in the world and wanted everyone to know it.
He interviewed four more members of the household staff. He requested the guest registry from the reception.
He asked for the CCTV footage from the chapel corridor, and when Luca informed him the camera on that particular stretch had malfunctioned the day before the wedding, Silvio wrote something in his folder and said nothing, which was somehow worse than if he'd shouted.
Mara sat through a second round of questioning on Wednesday morning. Same room, same chair, same stillness radiating off him like a cold front.
