CHAPTER FOUR HUNDRED AND TWENTY EIGHT – MOLE WITHIN THE RANKS

As night fell, they gathered around Vince's laptop, reviewing what they'd found. "Okay, so we've got Isabella on camera at a bar across town the night the venue was vandalized," Vince said, pulling up the footage. "But it's not a solid alibi. She could have hired someone to do the dirty work." Marco leaned in, studying the grainy image. "What about the dress? Any leads there?" Vince shook his head. "Nothing concrete. The figure in the security footage could be anyone - man or woman. They knew where the cameras were and kept their face hidden the whole time." Jasmine sighed in frustration. "So we're back to square one." "Not quite," Vince said, pulling up another file. "I did find something interesting. Isabella made a large cash withdrawal the day before the venue was vandalized. Could be nothing, could be payment for a hired thug." Marco's eyes lit up. "That's something, at least. Can we trace where the money went?" Vince grimaced. "That's where we hit a dead end. Cash is hard