Nevio's POV
"I found something out," I said with my voice low as I stepped out of the room to Nestore, standing there, half-naked, the tension from last night still lingering in the air around us.
His eyes flicked at me, sharp and alert. "What?"
I didn’t say a word. I just turned the phone in my hand and held it out to him.
The image on the screen was blurry but unmistakable. Him. The bastard we’d been chasing for months—no, years.
Nestore’s brows furrowed together as he took the phone, staring at the face as if he were etching it into his memory. “Where did you get this?”
“Anonymous,” I replied, folding my arms. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’ve finally got a trail.”
He swore under his breath, jaw tightening. “Where was this taken?”
“Southern Tuscany. Two days a
