Matheo's POV
I do not panic.
That is what I have always told myself.
Panic is loud. Panic is sloppy. Panic sweats and screams and makes stupid moves. I do not do any of those things.
But when the call ended and the prosecutor’s office confirmed they could not formally charge Luca for the murders, something cold slid under my ribs and stayed there.
I did not show it.
I stood near the window with my hands folded behind my back, watching the city move below as if it owed me nothing. My breathing remained even. My shoulders stayed relaxed.
But inside, I was calculating faster than I ever had before.
Financial exposure was humiliation.
Humiliation was damage.
Damage was survivable.
But murder charges? That was extinction.
And extinction had just slipped through our fingers.
I turn
