The booth continued, with a hint of a yellow napkin holder on the table. The resolution was so precise that Arthur could almost read the logo on the sugar shaker.

The image spanned across the screen, starting with the heavy, dark paneling of the restaurant. There was a subtle grain to the image that suggested it was a paused frame from a 35mm camera, not just a digital snapshot.

Arthur ran a finger across the monitor, tracing the line of Tony’s jaw. He was fascinated by the contradiction. For a man who lived in a world of violence and secrets, the image captured a moment of absolute, terrifying stillness.