"We'll have to go through the family's DNA channels; it'll take at least a few days."
He finished speaking and rewrapped the body shroud around me.
His movements were devoid of any extra emotion.
My mother nodded.
She didn't look at me again.
As if confirming that the body was no longer of any value.
She removed her gloves and turned to leave.
Dominic stood to the side, his gaze lingering on my face for a moment.
At that instant, his expression finally changed slightly.
“Donna Ferraro,” he said in a low voice, “whoever her daughter is, her family is in hell right now.”
“We have to find her.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried a suppressed anger.
My mother didn’t respond.
It was as if she’d heard those words far too many times.
Dominic paused, then smiled again.
“However, with you here, this person won’t live much longer.”
She was used to this kind of flattery.
She didn’t even bother to show any emotion.
“Retrieve the files,” she said calmly. “Retrieve all similar cross-regional methods recently.”
“I don’t believe this was a solo operation.”
The order fell, as swift and decisive as a knife.
I stood to the side, watching her.
Just like when I was a child.