Chapter 96- Pulled records on Vero Enterprises

The black SUV tore through the rain-slicked streets, the tires skidding slightly as Zain took a sharp turn. The tension inside the vehicle was thick, the air charged with urgency. Dominico sat in the backseat, hands zip-tied behind his back, groaning as the pain from his bullet wound intensified. Zack barely spared him a glance, his mind laser-focused on the next steps.

Rizi's voice crackled through their encrypted comms. "I've got the flight logs. Two private jets left the airstrip around the same time. One headed to Geneva, the other to Sicily. No registered passenger names, but I'm running traces on the aircraft owners now. They do not have any CCTV footage as well."

Zack's jaw tightened. "Sicily. It has to be Sicily."

Francesco, seated beside Dominico, shot him a glare. "You better hope for your own sake that we get to her in time."