"What's it that you want to report?" Riccardo questioned but instead, Haunter stepped forward.
Her palms suddenly felt sweaty and she resisted the urge to rub them together, to avoid showing how nervous she was.
"Can I take a glance at the picture you showed me a few days ago?" Even though she tried her possible best to not give her nervousness away, Riccardo was able to sense it.
"Found any clue?" He asked instead. Haunter avoided his eyes and that alone proved she already found something which she's hesitating to reveal.
"Yes– er- I mean – no," Haunter stuttered. She shut her eyes tightly, and when she finally opened it, Riccardo was already before her.
"Speak," his voice was calm, yet authoritative.
In as much as Haunter tried to convince herself that Antonio can't possibly be the masked man, it wasn't working. He couldn't be the masked man, how could he? Why would he go against his brothers?
