For the next year, the Moretti organization searched for Elena and Leo. Accountants checked transactions, and guards followed rumors.
Our contacts searched passenger lists from every private airport we could reach.
Hotels received photographs. Border agents received money. I signed whatever my lieutenants put in front of me and asked the same question every morning: anything?
The first solid lead came six months into the search. Our financial trackers found several transactions in the Swiss banking system that led to a private bank in Geneva.
I took the jet and went to the bank with my guards. The silver-haired manager met me in a private lobby where every door required two keys.
He knew who I was and still made me wait until he had checked the account rules.
“Mr. Moretti, the accoun
