Faustini ✔️

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Rita, Amara, Donatello, Stefano and Elena were sat at the kitchen table. Leo was pacing around. "We'll be here forever trying to figure out who did it, there aren't exactly a lack of suspects." Leo pondered aloud. "'I know what you guys did.' That's in reference to the murders, right? Technically we didn't do anything, we just figured out something."

"If they're in reference to the murders, then why hasn't your room been trashed. Hell, why hasn't Roman's?" Rita asked.

"I haven't checked my room." Leo responded. "And Roman's practically homeless, right? The note in Catalina's room referenced both of them."

"Is it possible that we've been bugged?" Amara wondered. "I mean how else would they know Roman was staying here?"

"Would it be stupid to rule out the possibility of an inside job?" Elena proposed the idea and everyone went silent.

Stefano stood up. "I'm calling the police."

"No!" The group protested, causing Stefano to slowly sit back down.

"Well then what are you guys going to do? This is dangerous!" Stefano exclaimed.

"I think we should call Sebastian." Elena suggested as Rita looked at her strangely. "What? Catalina and Roman aren't here, why not?"

"Because I'm here!" Leo shouted, putting a hand on his chest.

"Come on, it's not like Sebastian murdered your dad, Leo." Donatello snickered.

"I wish." Leo muttered under his breath.

"When are Roman and Catalina coming home anyways?" Amara inquired as Donatello shrugged.

"I don't know, but we should question all of the help. That is if we're not using Sebastian." Donatello suggested. "Gloria's gone home, but Esteban should be here."

"We should at least call Catalina and Roman to make sure they're safe!" Stefano said with great concern.

"Alright, you do that then. Oh, and you might as well call Gloria too." Elena suggested as she stood up. "We'd hate for them to get to her first."

"If she's not already working with them." Donatello theorised.

Stefano ignored Donatello. "I don't have Gloria's number. Do any of you guys?" Stefano asked.

"I don't think any of us have Gloria's number." Amara replied.

"You don't know your own maid's number?" Stefano asked in shock.

"Why would we? She's just the help." Elena answered. "Contact father or mother, one of them should have it."

While everyone at the Faustini Penthouse were searching for a culprit, Lorenzo and Chelsea were still at the restaurant. Lorenzo checked his watch. "I was planning on spending time with my family today, but seeing that we've been here longer than I'd thought I guess I'll have to do that tomorrow." Lorenzo mumbled.

"How long does brunch usually go for for you, Lorenzo?" Charles asked and Chelsea snickered.

"The way he says your name, he reminds me of Hannibal Lecter." Chelsea said as hushed laughter came from Lorenzo. "Ooh, Clarice, ooh!" Chelsea poked Lorenzo's cheek. "Lorenzo-" Chelsea carried out the o sound, "I'm having people for dinner, Lorenzo-"

"You know I can hear you, right?" Charles tilted his head.

"Good, it's a form of criticism." Chelsea sassed back, Charles became visibly frustrated with her.

"Oh, better watch out, Chelsea. Hannibal's getting frustrated." Lorenzo laughed and Charles rolled his eyes. "A census taker once tried to test me. I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice Chianti." Lorenzo mocked between laughs.