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Elma felt a pinch of relief course through her chest the moment they pulled inside the driveway of the Di Mauro's Enterprise. It almost felt like all the events of Escades happened on a different planet and now that they were back to base, she was back to earth now.

It was still pretty hard to take in; the realization of everything that transpired in that place— Escades. Try as she did to shake off the gory sights of blood and dead bodies spluttered all over the exit of that Bistro, Elma couldn't. It was even eerier the fact that they'd easily flown out of the city without as much as getting in the way of the FBI or something.

The only way she could think it away was on the basis that Riccardo was far more influential than he'd care to admit. Well, even if he was, something did not add up. Mr. Marseillemo did not have to die so ruthlessly and the shootout at the restaurant was a fact too sensitive to ignore.

"You might want to hop out of there now, Miss Gray."