The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife novel Chapter 384

"On it," Luca quickly replied. "There's a CO2 alarm nearby where the guard is stationed, right?"

Massimo quickly glanced out from his hiding space. "Looks like it," he stated.

"Perfect."

Before Massimo could ask any follow up questions, the CO2 alarm by the security booth started loudly beeping and flashing its white lights. From the hallways Massimo had come from, he could hear a similar if muffled sound.

The security guard quickly left her post, muttering darkly. Thankfully, she opted for the nearest exit, which meant she didn't cross paths with Massimo. The second she was out of sight, Massimo made his way to the evidence cage and headed straight towards his own case's box.

He ignored the continued alarms as he opened the box. There were plenty of sealed bags containing things like footprint castings, suit jacket fibers, and even some partial finger prints from door knobs and bits of what looked like the apartment's wall.

"I've got the box," Massimo reported over the ear piece. He let a bit of joy and satisfaction slip into his voice, but Massimo knew there was no time for further celebration.

He did quickly switch the evidence box's label with the one next to it and swap a few more labels as well though. The FBI deserved to deal with a little chaos of not finding several of their case's evidence boxes—they certainly had caused Massimo enough of a headache already.

"I'm heading out," Massimo said.

"Good," Luca reported. "That CO2 alarm should keep the cops busy long enough for you to get back to the server room and retrieve the flashdrive—but not much longer."

"I need to ditch the evidence, too," Massimo replied. "If I'm caught with any of this, we're fucked."

"True."

The CO2 alarms suddenly stopped. With the lack of noise, Massimo could hear keys rustling outside the exit the security guard had left from.

Massimo took one of the nicer knives from the FBI's kitchen set and broke the footprint castings as well as the apartment wall plaster into smaller pieces and stuffed them into the high tech blender. He put the blender on the highest setting and waited until the evidence was turned into a fine powder. He then dumped that powder down the kitchen sink and ran the water until it was gone.

There were some bullet casings that Massimo heated up in the coffee pot until they were unrecognizable. Those went in the trash with a few disposable coffee cups thrown on top to better hide them.

Massimo continued using the FBI's own gear to destroy and mangle pieces of evidence until nothing was left. He had just finished burning the fabric fibers when Luca called from his ear piece, his voice frantic.

"You need to move," Luca urged. "The day shift is about to take over, and their first patrol route is the opposite of the night shift's—which means you'll definitely get caught if you don't hurry up."

"On it," Massimo replied. "Heading for the server room now."

But as Massimo entered the hallway for the server room, he could tell the night shift guards were hot on his trail. He wasn't spotted as he entered the server room, but the door closing was loud enough to catch a cop's attention.