It would have been utterly gauche of Reborn to even mention the importance of the omertà and he wouldn't insult Barelli by saying it; whatever else the man was, he was a professional. He didn't check Bianchi's work either; after all, so was she. He simply opened the door, Alessandro beside him, both of them making a good show of distress as the police hurry over to see what was going on.

Barely half an hour later, they are dismissed along with the rest of the crowd as an ambulance pulls up to the back entrance.

"Well, if you don't need me any longer-" Alessandro started off as if to go in a different direction, only for Reborn to grip his wrist.

"I really don't think so," he said in an almost sweetly reasonable voice. "Until this is entirely over, I don't believe I'll let you out of my sight. Bianchi," he said, his tone reserved and polite, "I think we have some wrongs to redress, don't you?"