Nearly three years undercover had made Natalie feel almost indistinguishable from the people around her. Sunday dinners at mob captain Luca's house were routine now—loud conversations, homemade food, and familiar faces that no longer treated her like an outsider. To everyone present, she was simply the girlfriend of Luca's son. But beneath the easy smiles, every detail still mattered. When she noticed the captain quietly slipping out without the usual farewell, a flicker of concern crossed her mind. If he was heading to one particular storefront across town, an FBI team already moving into position there could be forced to abort the operation. Keeping her expression casual, she wandered over to her boyfriend as if making idle conversation.

"Hey... where'd your dad disappear to?" She glanced toward the front door with a small shrug. "He didn't leave for the shop already, did he? I was gonna ask him something before he headed out."