Dominic's POV

　　It replayed in my head, over and over, like playing a record player in a loop, gnawing at the implications with every run. I wrapped my hands tighter around the wheel as we flew through the night.

　　"Dominic," Luca sliced into the silence between us, his tone taut with concern and anger, "I'm sure the Rossini's know something. What is our next move?"

　　I took a deep. "Well, I'm a step ahead of them. First, we're going to use the tracker on ...