Christiano Barasi did not leave his room that night.

He sat alone near the window, staring at the dark ocean. The party music had stopped. Guests had been told to remain in their rooms until the missing child was found. Security lights swept slowly across the gardens like searching eyes.

His hands were clasped together so tightly they ached. Astrid was on the other side of the room, brushing her hair in front of the mirror. Neither of them spoke for a long time. Finally, Christiano broke the ...