He moved to a secure safe hidden behind a painting and opened it. Inside were various items....cash, identification documents, and the pill sample that Luca had tested months ago. The one that had come back as "anxiety medication."
Dante picked up the pill and held it up to the light.
What was actually in this?
If it was just anxiety medication, why would her body be going through this kind of withdrawal? Why would she be tremoring and anxious and physically deteriorating?
Unless it wasn't what the test said it was.
Unless the test had been superficial.
Unless there was something else in the pill....something deeper, something that required a more comprehensive analysis to detect.
Dante made a decision.
He pulled out his phone and called Luca.
Luca answered on the second ring.
"Boss," he said respectfully. "What do you need?"
"The pill I gave you to test before," Dante said without preamble. "The anxiety medication. I need you to run another test on it."
