A heavy silence fell over the room.
The three accused men didn't move immediately. But I saw their muscles tense, their eyes darting between Alessandro and Salvatore, as if searching for an escape.
Matteo, still motionless, watched them with razor-sharp intensity, ready to catch the slightest sign of weakness.
Then, finally, Marco Bellini broke the silence.
"This is absurd," he said, his voice slightly hoarse. "I've never met Moretti."
His tone was controlled, but his fingers gripping the armrest of his chair betrayed his unease.
"Oh, really?" Salvatore said, amused.
He crossed his arms and leaned slightly forward, like a predator savoring his dominance over his prey.
"Are you saying I'm lying?"
Marco opened his mouth, then closed it.
Alessandro, on the other hand, hadn't moved. His face remained impassive, but the electricity emanating from him was almost palpable.