Parking at the Kia right in front of the building, Jimmy and Amato got out of the car trying their best to not look awkward. Being an undercover agent for over a decade, they knew that any odd or misplaced gesture could raise suspicion. Confidently, they walked into the building and going straight up to the apartment, they cut the tape that sealed the door and without a word, breached the crime scene. What they were doing was dangerous, not to mention, illegal. If they got caught they could be charged with obstructing an investigation so they had to be quick. Looking around the living room, Amato saw things overturned and ransacked. Then he and Jimmy smelled the smoke, “Jesus, what happened here?” Shrugging his shoulders Jimmy couldn’t answer, since he too was completely stumped.
Seeing the window was open, he thought it was odd but figured the investigators did it to clear the smoke out of the room. Then he saw what appeared to be a high heel shoe which piqued his interest and since he didn’t have gloves, he searched for a bathroom. Grabbing a roll of toilet paper he tore a piece off, with his hand covered he picked up the shoe. It was scuffed up pretty badly and the bottom was worn out. “Well this got a lot of mileage,” he observed.
“I can’t see the mate anywhere around here,” Jimmy said as he carefully looked around the room.
“Yeah that is weird,” Amato remarked, as he slowly stood up from the crouching position. Dropping the shoe back onto the floor, he also began looking about for the missing shoe. Their search turned up nothing, so they moved on to the dinning room where in the center of the room stood a table that was completely charred. “Looks like we got a point of origin,” Jimmy said as he leaned over the table and inhaled, “Smells like kerosene.”
“None of this makes any sense, why were they burning this place down? With all people and security cameras in this building, it’s not very smart,” Amato said.
“Maybe it was personal?” Jimmy answered.
Since there nothing more to see in the dinning room they moved on to the bedroom, and once inside they saw yet another failed attempt at a fire. “Who the hell is this?” Jimmy exclaimed at the botched arson.
“This can’t be a job,” Amato deduced, “This is broad with mental issues.”
“You think this was Fenetti?” Jimmy asked rather shocked.
“Not sure, but look,” Amato said while pulling out a belt from the charred pile of clothing, “What Mafioso wastes time burning his enemy’s clothes?”
“Maybe there was trouble in paradise and Fenetti, had Stephano iced?”
“Could be,” Amato said examining the rest of the room which was ransacked as well. He had to keep an open mind in this investigation but so far, it wasn’t looking good for Cassandra. As they moved on to the home office, they noticed things missing, like a computer which was hastily disconnected from the modem under the desk. Seeing the safe on the ground, Jimmy peeked inside but saw it had been cleaned out. “Okay, so the money’s gone and whatever else he had in here,” he announced. This showed that their arsonist was very well acquainted with the victim. “It’s starting to look like it was definitely Fenetti,” Jimmy said rather of fact.
As Jimmy was already wrapping up their investigation, Amato noticed something out of place. Staring at a cabinet that was obviously pushed away from the wall, he walked up to it and noticed, drag marks on the carpet which indicated it had been moved, but why and by who? “Come over here,” Amato said, “Help me move this thing.” Not sure why he was fixated on this cabinet, Jimmy went over to assist Amato move the thing and discovered a door. “Bingo,” Amato said feeling like he just won the lottery.
Searching inside, they found a small footprint in the carpet, pointing at it, Amato said, “Definitely female.” Standing there staring at the evidence he felt a sense of disappointment in Cassandra. He never thought she would stoop this low. Conceding to Jimmy’s theory, Amato sighed then said, “Guess you were right, it was Fenetti.”
Not feeling euphoric over the matter, Jimmy asked, “So now what?”
“We find her and throw her ass to the lions.” Amato said without any hesitation.
“Glad to see that you’re back on the team,” Jimmy said.
However Amato did not feel like celebrating, because they still had no clue where Cassandra could be. And if they found her, then what, it was unlikely that she would surrender even if confronted with a show of force. In fact, it would make things that more dangerous because he knew from the surveillance video, she was well armed and not backing down from anyone. In that instance, the thought that maybe he should turn these findings over to Cohen crossed Amato’s mind. He didn’t mind if Cassandra shot Cohen, in fact, it would relieve him of all his problems professionally speaking. His two least favorite people in the world taking each other out, now that was a thought that brought a smile to his face. Giving in to the idea, Amato looked up at Jimmy and said, “We’re done here, I’ll call this in and call it a day.”