Dante

“What the hell do you mean she disappeared?”

Giovanni’s voice came through the speaker of my phone as Aléjandro and I raced from Emerald Club. “Sir, the women were eating lunch, and she went to the bathroom.”

“By herself?”

“We could see the door. She said she was fine. Other people went in and came out, but Mrs. Luciano didn’t come out.”

My hands shook. “Her phone. Track her phone.”

“We went in. We found her phone. ...