Ivo shot Vice an incredulous look. "You can't be serious. Why would I do that?"
Vice gestured expansively towards the 3D map. "Mano, you're thick as shit. Can't you see this web is getting narrower, and narrower? And you're smack dab in the middle of it!"
"The comm came from inside the Lopes' penthouse -- alright. But that tells us nothing. It could still have been sent by a number of people."
Vice's frown deepened. "Yeah, like Lucas Yoric, stopping by to pay his sickly aunt a visit. Lucas Yoric who is now our only real lead. Because I don't have a standing invitation to Rodrigo Lopes' household, and you probably can't show up either, seeing as you look like his dead son."
Ivo opened his mouth to retort, but Vice silenced him with a withering look.
"No, shut up. Maybe Vital is playing us, who the fuck knows, but you look like Ivan, whether you want it or not. That means something. Vital didn't make that part up."
Vice's and Ivo's antics are so much fun to write uwu