Chapter 8
Lorenzo made the hardest decision of the entire case three days later.
The prosecutor investigating the staircase incident requested extended estate surveillance.
Not only the fifteen seconds everyone had already seen.
Thirty days of camera archives around common areas.
Security access logs.
Household incident reports.
Internal guard messages.
Lorenzo could comply with valid warrants as they arrived and fight every inch through counsel.
That was what many people expected.
The Vitale estate hosted more than family dinners.
Capos came there.
Business conversations happened there.
Men with criminal histories entered and left.
A broad archive created risk.
Michael explained it plainly.
“You can preserve the material and respond as legally required.”
Lorenzo looked at him.
“That sounds like the sentence before somebody starts deleting the uncomfortable parts.”
Michael said nothing.
Lorenzo looked through the office window.
Bianca was downstairs talking with Rachel.
Her entire case depended on proving that powerful relatives had been using private household authority against her.
He could not demand transparency from Victor while hiding behind his own walls.
“Preserve all thirty days independently.”
Michael frowned.
“All?”
“All relevant feeds. Original format. Outside forensic custody.”
“That may expose unrelated things.”
“I know.”
“And if subpoenas expand?”
“We respond lawfully.”
Michael studied him.
“This cannot be undone.”
Lorenzo signed.
Within forty-eight hours, an outside forensic company had duplicated the estate security archive.
Several Vitale relatives were furious.
One accused Lorenzo of risking the family over a domestic dispute.
Lorenzo answered:
“My pregnant daughter was pushed toward a staircase inside my house.”
The man lowered his voice.
“You handled it.”
“No.”
Lorenzo looked toward the security monitor.
“I hit people.”
He let the sentence remain uncomfortable.
“That is not the same thing as handling it.”
The archive produced no dramatic secret meeting.
Something more useful appeared.
Victor had repeatedly asked guards about camera retention.
Which angles recorded stairs.
Which hallways stored footage.
Which cameras were live-view only.
Three weeks before the shove, he specifically asked whether the staircase monitor could rewind locally.
The guard told him yes.
Victor then asked how far.
“About forty-eight hours here,” the guard said. “Longer on server.”
Victor had nodded.
Nothing more.
Yet on the night of the incident, he behaved as though seeing the rewind surprised him.
That contradiction mattered.
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Either he forgot.
Or he had expected something about the recording system to be different.
