Catalina

Dario didn’t answer the first or second time I called. My next call was to Giovanni. He answered after the first ring.

“Ma’am?”

“Where’s Dario? I’ve tried to call him twice, and he isn’t answering.”

“We’re at Mr. Luciano’s apartment building.”

“Dario’s? You’re here.”

“No, ma’am,” Giovanni replied. “Mr. Vincent Luciano.”

I didn’t know he had an apartment. ...