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Francesco traversed his way through the empty tables nodding his greetings to the few workers who had come to prepare for open hours. Mannino's was one of the first restaurants Francesco had opened, using it as one of his many avenues for cleaning his money. Over the years, he had managed to hire people who would keep their mouths shut, especially for what happens in the back room. Francesco pushed through the kitchen doors and walked down the stairs leading to an iron door. Opening it, Francesco saw Henri and Louis standing in two opposite corners, staring at a miserable pair — tied up in wooden chairs with their backs to each other. He had felt relief when Henri had told him he found the men who had been behind the theft. It felt like one less thing he had to worry about, but it woul
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