CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED AND TWENTY TWO – THE SOLEMN VOW

Back in the waiting room, Antonio approached with a tablet in hand. "Mrs. Cesaro, the security footage is here." Jasmine took the tablet, her eyes scanning the screen intently. They watched as the events of the evening unfolded, the celebration, the laughter, and then the sudden chaos as the shot rang out. "There," Jasmine pointed, her finger hovering over a shadowy figure in the corner of the frame. "Who's that?" Antonio leaned in, his brow furrowed. "I'm not sure. Let me enhance the image." As the picture cleared, a look of recognition crossed Antonio's face. "I know him. That's Carlos Mendoza, a hitman known to work for the highest bidder." Jasmine's eyes narrowed. "So, he could be working for any of our suspects?" Antonio nodded grimly. "Exactly. But at least now we have a face to track." Determination set in Jasmine's features. "Then that's what we'll do. We find Carlos, we find who's behind this." As they began to formulate a plan, Jasmine couldn't help but feel a mix of