Chapter Hundred-Three.

“I made a whole list, narrowing down every fbi most wanted criminal that could possibly be the leader of the mob?” Harold threw gazes between Leonardo and his mother. “You think you’ll find that sort of thing on the internet?” Freya’s voice was hoarse and unkind.

But Leonardo was as silent as a graveyard, his eyes fixated into the screen. “Everything is on the internet” Harold cleared his throat, looking through the faces that would strike a familiar chord.

“Are these all?” Sheriff Stevens asked and there was a tone that made it obvious that they weren’t really getting anywhere with this. “These are the names that have been linked to the location from which that bloodied parcel came from?” Harold replied but was met with an even more grueling question.

“What if we’re looking at the wrong people here?”

“Obviously you don’t see a most wanted man roaming the streets of Chicago and how are we even sure that he’s wanted at all. He could have a clean slate with nothing the government has o