The night was cold and dry, with fallen leaves scattered across the deserted streets. Isabella walked alone along the sidewalk, trying to analyze everything. She leisurely paced, holding a cup of hot coffee she had just bought, occasionally taking sips, the warm, bittersweet flavor spreading through her mouth, clearing her mind.
"So that's the pattern," Isabella murmured, beginning to discover the root of the impasse she had been experiencing in uncovering evidence of Romano' crimes. "I was too focused on his financial transactions, when the real loopholes lay in the people around him. Stupid."
Isabella took a deep breath, her eyes staring up at the dark night sky. "If I can find a witness who dares to speak, or a living victim... surely all the evidence will reveal itself." She paused, observing her own reflection in the wet pavement. "Romano is too self-confident. A man like him must have many hidden enemies."
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