Track Down The Ghost Mobster

PALERMO, CENTRAL POLICE STATION 2 YEARS EARLIER. Sofia Ricci pushes the door of the Palermo central police station, her gaze scanning the crowded waiting room. She ignores the curious looks of the police and civilians, her determined and elegant face. His black hair is perfectly styled, and his charcoal gray suit gives him a professional look. She heads towards reception, her handbag swinging on her arm. “Hello, I’m Sofia Ricci, I have an appointment with Captain Bianchi.” The latter looks at her with a touch of curiosity, but just nods his head. “Yes, Miss Ricci. The captain is waiting for you. Third floor, west wing.” Sofia nods and heads towards the elevator, her step determined and assured. Once on the third floor, she is greeted by Maria Grazia, who tells her that the captain is waiting for her. Sofia takes a deep breath, then enters the office. She is taken by surprise when she sees Pablo. “Interrupted holidays?” Pablo asks him. Interrupted leave? She doesn't understand. It's only been three days since she left and it's becoming intriguing. Looking around the captain's office, she notices his laptop with SICOP access, the secure phone, but she already knows these things. His attention is attracted by something, “confidential file of Marco Alessandro Conti”. She looks up at Captain Bianchi. “Hello Sofia, I’m not going to dare ask you how your holidays were…” “Captain’s leave extract,” she corrects. He understands that she has every right to be in this state. The captain invites him to sit down and pushes the file in his direction. “Marco Alessandre Conti, the godfather of one of the most fashionable and dangerous mafias in the world and especially in Italy. Our predecessors never managed to catch his fatherthe latter passed the torch to his son upon his death and the cycle has continued since then and much more dangerously because, if Lorenzo Conti was evil, his son came straight from hell." “Does he have horns?” Sofia asks innocently. “I imagine he must have the face of an angel,” replies Pablo. Sofia opens the file but can't really find what could help the police and especially the reason for her presence. “Upon reflection, the best way to catch him would be to infiltrate his network.” “Good idea. And who were you thinking of? The captain stares at her guiltily and she shakes her head negatively. She can't believe what she deduces. “No!” she shouts. The captain walks around his desk and stands in front of her, holding her by the shoulders. “Sofia listen, you are our best element, your hard work and your discretion define who you are. Save the state from the mafia that has dominated the government for decades. You can do it.” She looks away so as not to be caught up in the feelings. She takes a deep breath and takes the file back. “For the State of Italy, I will do it.” The captain returns to his place. “I must know everything about him.” she demands. “It’s all in the Sofia file.” One meter ninety-two, estimated age thirty-two years, no portrait in the file. “This information is very insufficient,” she pointed out to them. “That’s all we have unfortunately. Marco grew up abroad, he trained in another mafia, still belonging to their family but which developed elsewhere. We call him the Ghost and even more so now,” Pablo explains to him. “Ghost?” Asks Sofia, Stunned. “Yes,” replied the captain. “During a confrontation with an opposing camp, several followers of the mafia lost their lives and some bodies could not be identified. Some assumed that Marco was dead but without concrete proof the police could not conclude anything.” In addition to looking for a person about whom she had almost no information, she also had to look for a ghost. RUSSO FAMILY MEETING ROOM, PALERMO 3 HOURS BEFORE THE ATTACK. Donato Russo, a man in his sixties with a hard face and cold eyes, chaired the meeting. Around the table, Giovanni Marini, Catarina Russo, Vito Santoro and Leonardo Rizzo were waiting for his instructions. “We're going to hit the Conti where it hurts,” Donato says, his voice deep and menacing. “We will attack their villa, take them by surprise and eliminate them one by one.” Giovanni nods, saying, “You have to be careful, Donato. The Conti have bodyguards and high-tech security systems.” Donato gives a cruel smile. “That’s why we’re going to use Vito and his men. They are the best for this kind of work.” Vito Santoro leans forward, his face determined. “I’m going to take a team of six men. We’re going to surprise them.” “And what do I do? I want to be there to see Marco Conti's face when he realizes what's happening,” said Catarina. Donato shakes his head. “No, you’re not going to go. You're going to stay here and monitor operations. We can’t risk losing you.” “And why is she going there?” Catarina asks, pointing at Giulia. “Because she’s my partner.” Catarina frowns, but she knows her father is right. Leonardo Rizzo leans forward. “We also have to think about the police. We need to be SURE we can hold them off until we're done." PALERMO CENTRAL POLICE STATION, 2 HOURS BEFORE THE ATTACK. Captain Bianchi and his team are gathered around a table, studying the information provided by their informantthe latter told them about the attack the Russos were preparing. “The real problem is that we don't know where the Conti villa is,” the captain said. Inspector Maria Grazia frowns. “What do you mean we don’t know? The Rose didn’t give an address? She has been working on this file for two years. She was supposed to infiltrate their network.” The police team looks at each other perplexed. “And what do we do now?” Ask one of them. “We will have to be ready to intervene at any time. We don’t know exactly what time they will strike.” VILLA DES CONTI 11:45 p.m. After the Russos invaded the Conti villa, there were violent exchanges of fire before Captain Bianchi's men invaded the villa in turn, arresting members of both mafias. Vito Santoro is handcuffed and taken away by the police, a defeated smile on his face. “It’s over,” the captain says, heading towards Inspector Grazia, who is securing the scene. “We arrested the Russos and the Contis are…” He trails off, looking around. “Where is Marco Conti?” Maria frowns. “I don’t know, Captain. I thought he was with you.” The captain shakes his head. “I didn’t see him. He must have…” He pauses again, realizing that Marco Conti has probably disappeared or has never been in this villa. PALERMO, 2 HOURS AFTER THE ATTACK. Sofia separates from her police colleagues, who are looking for clues in the villa. She gets into her car, parked a little further away, and starts the engine. She's tired, but she knows she still has to work on it. She drives in silence, lost in her thoughts, when she sees a silhouette on the side of the road, about two hundred meters from the Conti villa. She slows down, intrigued, and sees that it is a man, injured and lying on the ground. Sofia stops and gets out of the car, his heart beating wildly. She approaches the man, her gaze scanning the surroundings to make sure there is no danger. The man opens his eyes and looks at her, his face contorted in pain. “Not… in… the hospital,” he says with difficulty before closing his eyes again.