Dominic's POV

　　Alessandro stabbed a finger at the list of addresses they'd crossed out. "How about these? They're too public, but Robert knows you won't even think about it, and he is playing a game."

　　"Alright," I said. "But we can't afford to get bogged down with maybes."

　　Stefano interrupted, his eyes cold and hard. "We cannot give up. We must bring them home."

　　And in that silence, the weight of the air was an anchor. I knew very well ...