Luca said nothing. Marco laid out several records in turn.
The paper used for the first letter came from Sophia's regular custom stationery shop. On at least two occasions, the vehicles supposedly following her had been shuttle cars from a nearby hotel. One photo sent to her had been taken inside the estate, from the east terrace on the second floor.
Outsiders couldn't easily get in there.
"That doesn't prove he's lying," Luca said.
"No. None of those things alone is conclusive."
Marco's answer let him breathe a little easier, until the next sentence took that relief away.
"But none of the evidence justified announcing her as your future wife before you'd checked it."
Luca looked up. Few people challenged him so directly. Marco didn't look away.
"Part of my job is to remind you tha
