The two guards at the table shared a look. Were they worried? Something to check into. Cavalli must trust them to discuss this in front of them.
The door opened, and another man in a security uniform entered. He nodded to Enzo, then turned to Cavalli.
Cavalli waved his hand. “You may speak freely.”
The man nodded. “I found this.”
He held up a bundle of wires.
“What is it?” Enzo asked.
The newcomer’s fist tightened around the lump of wires. “Somebody hardwired an access point into the system. They piggybacked our security feeds, captured an empty hallway, and then just played it on a loop.”
Cavalli closed his eyes briefly, and Enzo could only imagine the cursing going on in his head.
“Okay,” Cavalli said, his voice clipped. “We need to run all of the footage and find out exactly when this happened. Look for anomalies. I want you in here with Marco and Dante, the three of you go through everything. And I suggest you find it.”
“Understood, sir.”
Cavalli gestured to Enzo, and they stepped out of the security room.
“Do you trust those three?” Enzo asked.
Cavalli nodded. “Those two have been on vacation for the last two weeks, so it wasn’t them. The third man, Alessio? He’s not stupid. Doing something like this—he knows it would be the end of his career. He’s too ambitious to be bought. There are others,however, who are not so smart. I will have to look into all of them.”
Enzo didn’t comment. He had his own thoughts on what had happened. Cavalli was right about one thing; it would have taken time to hack in from the outside. And the wires… well, there was proof that someone had physically come in and hacked the system. To organize something like this in the twenty-four hours that Kathleen had been here was a lot. Not many people had that level of skill.
“I think I will have to have a talk with the company we’ve been using for the work. They sent a couple of people over yesterday. It must have been one of them who planted the wires.”
“That makes sense,” Enzo agreed. It wouldn’t, however, make Jamie any happier.
Cavalli broke into his thoughts. “Is there anything you might suggest to smooth this over with Signora Drake?”
Enzo stared at the other man. “To be frank, I don’t know Signora Drake all that well. I do, however, know her brother. I recommend keeping security on her twenty-four-seven when she’s in the hotel. I will look after her security when she’s outside the hotel. I also suggest having someone available to her around the clock for anything she needs.”
“Of course,” Cavalli agreed with a nod. “And please, let me know if there’s anything else I can do.”
Enzo gave a curt nod and then turned, walking out the door, around the desk, and back toward the elevator. He started to step inside, but thought better of it. Instead, he went out to the sidewalk, pulled his phone from his pocket, and dialed.
“Enzo!Come stai, amico?” the voice on the other end greeted him.
“It’s been a long time, Giuseppe.”
“It has been a while.”
Enzo tried to keep his voice light. The thing about Giuseppe Dalla Santa was that you never really knew where you stood with him, and you couldn’t truly trust him, but he had his uses.
“I heard you retired,” Giuseppe said, then gave a short grunt. “Not that any man in your line of work retires, at least not until they are on their last legs. Are you dying?”
“No.” Enzo worked to keep his irritation from his voice.
“Then I guess I shouldn’t be surprised that you’re calling.”
“I would imagine nothing surprises you, Giuseppe.”
“What is it you want?” Giuseppe’s tone had shifted, the niceties over, not that Enzo would call their conversation pleasant so far. More like combative.
“Someone penetrated the security of the Jasmine Door Hotel in Lake Lugano. I need to know who it was.”
