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The flight to Palermo was cloaked in silence. Elena sat by the window, her fingers brushing the edge of a dossier filled with surveillance photos and coded logs. Alessandro sat beside her, scrolling through messages Marco had encrypted. Every click, every ping, felt like a countdown.
Palermo was a city with many faces. Tourists wandered the piazza