Chapter 271

Christina's POV Inspector Silva wasn't much of a talker. Once he saw I wasn't interested in chitchat, he got straight to the point and handed me a file. "I need you to keep everything you're about to read strictly confidential. Especially from Monsieur Marchetti..." "Got it," I cut him off. "My lips are sealed." The whole file was in French. With my terrible French, I had to use a translation app just to figure out what I was looking at. Silva didn't help, just sat there watching me struggle. The more I read, the sicker I felt. For a second, I hoped my translation app was screwing up. No such luck. I flagged down a waiter. "Your strongest coffee, please. Something that could wake the dead." When I finally looked up at Silva, my voice sounded hollow. "If you have all this evidence, why haven't you just arrested him?" According to the file, which looked pretty damn real, Fabrizio wasn't just bad with money. He was stealing from investors and running Valmont & Cie into the ground. Turns o