Sophia looked away, trying to hide her expression. Luca knew she was hiding something, and it made him even more curious.
"Sophia."
She looked at him, then took in a sharp breath. "I saw him with Marco once, and they were discussing something..." She paused, shaking her head slowly.
"Something like what?"
"It's not important, Luca... I just..." Sophia shook her head dismissively. She didn't want to say what was on her mind. She had seen Marco with Vladimir at a restaurant discussing... Then the next day, her father got murdered by a rival gang. But they weren't sure if it was the French or Russian Mafia. Marco was the one in charge of the investigation.
Luca observed her quietly. He knew she didn't want to tell him anything, but he also didn't want to push her. He wasn't sure why, though.
"I heard you." He nodded at the door. "You can leave."
