“Got something,” he finally said.
“What is it?” My grip on the phone tightened.
“A guy—mid-height, lean but not muscular, dressed in black. He tossed Gigi into the back of an ambulance.”
I felt my breath catch in my throat. “Can you read the plates?”
“Yeah, it’s Florida plates. KCJ 230.”
“I’m on it,” Enzo said, already dialing a number as he stepped away.
“Shit, Nico.” Luca's tone turned serious. “This is the same guy who waved at the camera at your house.”
I froze mid-pace. “What?”
Twice, this bastard had slipped through my fingers when I wasn’t there to protect Gigi. Then it hit me.
“Check her tracker, Luca!” I ordered.
There was a brief silence before he spoke again. “I started tracking the moment she left the hospital."
My heart raced, and I prayed we could catch this fucker before he whisked her away somewhere I might never reach her.
“Oh, no…” Luca’s voice made my stomach drop.
“What is it?” I demanded, anxiety coursing through me.
“Nico, I can’t track her.”
“Why not?”
“The tracker stopped transmittinglocation information.”
In a flash of rage, I grabbed the nearest object and hurled it across the room. My palms pressed against the windowsill as I tried to steady my breathing. The thought of Gigi slipping further from my grasp left me utterly defeated. I had failed her again if anything were to happen to her.
“I got him!” Luca shouted suddenly, jolting me from my despair. “I tracked his steps on security cameras across the city. He’s heading west on Queen Boulevard and headed toward the highway.”
“He could be going anywhere,” Luca remarked, a hint of doubt in his tone.
“No,” I said, realization flashing in my mind. “There’s only one place in that direction that’s secluded. The fucker is taking her to the old steel plant.”
It was the perfect place to dump a body.
“Yes, of course!” Luca exclaimed. “Nico, we’ll meet you there,” he said.
“No, you are not,” I warned. “You were shot, Luca. You ass stays home. Tell Matteo and Lo to meet me there instead.”
“Nico, you can’t be serious!” he protested.
“I’m dead serious. I mean it, Luca. Stay. Put.”
A heavy silence hung between us before he finally surrendered with an annoyed grunt and ended the call.
“Where’s my fucking daughter?!” Alphonse’s voice was slurred but angry.
I turned to see him staggering out of the room. I jogged toward him and held him upright. “Where the hell is she?” he repeated.
“We’re heading to her now.”
