We’re going through the buffet line when Arturo’s phone rings. I turn to the side and pass the serving spoon to the older man standing next to me when I note the tension in Arturo’s voice.
“How come they didn’t find anything? It’s been months.”
He listens to the person on the other end of the line for a few moments, then squeezes his temples. “All right.”
“What happened?” I ask.
“They still don’t have a clue why Rocco’s house burned down the way it did, but the report will show a suspected gas leak. No remains were found because everything was scorched to ashes, and the building crumbled in on itself. Based on the security footage before the signal cut out, Rocco, Ravenna, and Alessandro were inside. Without any more evidence, they’re closing the investigation and pronouncing the t
