There was a flurry of activity. Police officers were everywhere—moving briskly, taking statements, speaking into radios—while the hotel's management looked utterly overwhelmed. The manager was forced to call in his superiors, stammering through explanations about how such a breach of security could have happened in what was supposed to be one of the city's most exclusive establishments.
Dante's security detail was equally busy, moving with quiet precision, their faces hard and unreadable as they coordinated with the authorities. Through it all, Dora stood silently beside Elisa, her eyes heavy and unfocused. Elisa hadn't spoken for a long time—her face pale, expression dark, almost lifeless. Dora didn't dare say a comforting word; the silence between them said enough.
