Lorenzo took off his sunglasses. There was something peculiar that caught his attention with all five. Across their chest, they had the same deep-cut carving in the shape of V. All five had a precise gunshot to the head, heart, and stomach. Three bullets.
Lorenzo's frustration grew. The killers made it seem like it was done by one person. A professional. Insane. One assassin couldn't have been in five places all at once. Whoever they were, they were buying time. First, his shipments and now his table had been attacked.
If he had a suspect in custody, does it make sense that he was with her the night it happened? Confusing.
Lorenzo took a deep breath and moved the sheet over Marco's waist. He examined his lower body and found out it was just fine. "Do they rest have any injuries on their lower body?"
"No, one of the guards answered."