“Find them?”
“No,” I say. “But Stefano’s location is active. We’re heading to where it’s pinging. I need you and a few men to meet me. I don’t want to pull men from the estate with so many kids here.”
“On our way.”
“I don’t have a good feeling about this, brother.” The admission tastes like blood. “Victor threatened my family, and a few days later, Amelia, Olivia, and Stefano go silent on a back road? That’s not a coincidence.”
“Send me the location, and we’ll meet you there. I’ll have Bones and Tank with me. Foster?”
“He’s pulling in now. We’re gearing up and heading that way.”
“Good. Be there soon.
By the time I reach the front entrance, the cars are already there. Luca gets behind the wheel. Foster jumps off his bike and slides into the backseat of the vehicle.
The estate disappears behind us, and I stare at the map on my phone as if I can force the dot to move by sheer will.
It doesn’t.
Stefano’s location remains frozen on that same stretch of road.
No call from Amelia.
No call from Olivia.
No call from my brother.
Only silence.
And silence has never brought me anything good.
The road narrows ten minutes later.
Dry brush rises on both sides, but nothing else lives out here. No reason for anyone to stop in this area unless they were forced.
Then Luca’s body goes rigid.
“Don.”
I see it.
Skid marks.
Broken glass.
A deep gouge in the dirt where something heavy left the road.
“Stop.”
The SUV barely comes to a halt before I’m out.
The smell hits first.
Hot metal.
Oil.
Dust.
