17.Chapter

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Private Jet – Inbound to Boston

Lorenzo Ferrari leaned back in the leather seat, sipping from a glass of whiskey as he scrolled through his encrypted phone. The flight was silent except for the hum of the engines and the muted tap of his gloved fingers.

Marco’s message replayed in his mind:

> “There’s someone in Boston… working legal, ghost-level clearance. Female. IQ records sealed. Fits her profile.”

He didn’t tell Leonardo yet. Not until he was sure.

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Isabella’s Villa – Late Afternoon

She stood at the window of her second villa in Weston, sipping black espresso.

Emma (walking in):
"You’re tense. That’s never good."

Isabella:
"Lorenzo just landed in Boston."

Hannah (appearing behind Emma):
"And he’s not here for vacation, is he?"

Isabella:
"He’s here for Ferrari business. Probably under the cover of real estate or finance. He’s the quiet one. The logical one. He won’t approach... unless he knows."

Emma:
"Should we pull you out?"

Isabella:
"No. I want to see how close he dares to get."

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Downtown Boston – Next Morning

Lorenzo walked into a legal tech conference under a fake name — it was a good excuse. He wasn’t here for the speakers.

He was here to meet someone Interpol said might know something: an off-the-record legal prodigy with a hidden file, operating out of Boston PD.

Lorenzo (to himself):
"Angela Isabella Ferrari... if you’re alive, this is the type of room you’d haunt."

He passed a woman in black — sharp suit, low bun, dark glasses, and a familiar scent. It almost stopped his heart.

He didn’t look back.

He didn’t have to.

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Villa Office – At the Same Time

Isabella (watching drone feed):
"He didn’t look at me. But he knew."

She stood still.

Isabella (to herself):
"He’s not here to find a ghost. He’s here to find me."

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Conference Hall – 20 Minutes Later

Lorenzo stood outside near the valet line, lighting a cigarette with trembling fingers.

He looked up at the rooftop where a security camera blinked red.

Lorenzo (to himself):
"If that was you… you haven’t changed your walk."

He texted Leo.

> “Found something. Not ready to say what. Yet.”

Then he exhaled the smoke and whispered:

Lorenzo:
"I know it was you, Isa. But I won’t chase you... not unless you ask me to."

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