“If he does,” Nova went on, “please tell me.”
“Fine.”
Carina pulled the window shut and turned away from Nova glaring at her. She fell on the bed next to Brianna and said, “Sorry.”
Nova left, and Brianna sat there for a second, watching Carina read before she asked, “You think he’s okay?”
“Yeah, he’s fine,” Carina said dismissively. “He stays out late all the time. Nova’s just paranoid.”
Brianna nodded. “Okay.”
She went back to reading, but she couldn’t shake the edge of nervousness in her stomach. Even after they were done studying, and sharing Carina’s bed to get a few hours of sleep before school tomorrow, she was left staring at the ceiling, listening for the back gate to open.
“I haven’t heard him get back,” Brianna whispered into the darkness, before she turned to look at Carina’s nightstand, seeing it was past three in the morning. “Have you?”
“Bri—” Carina sighed, sounding half-asleep. “Just let it go.”
“What if something did happen to him?” Brianna went on. “How would we know?”
“I’m sure he’s at someone’s house.” Carina sounded hesitant. “He probably fell asleep and didn’t know his phone died.”
Brianna took a long breath, because she understood what Carina didn’t want to say. Tino was at a girl’s house, and Brianna was sitting here worried he was lying dead in the street somewhere.
“You think I’m stupid.”
“I think you’re naive.” Carina rolled over and hugged Brianna. She rested her head on Brianna’s shoulder and said, “But that’s why I love you.”
Brianna knew Carina was right, so she fought to push down the feeling of dread and closed her eyes rather than fail her history test.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Honestly, Brianna forgot about it.
Tinodidstay out a lot, and she knew enough about Cosa Nostra not to ask why. He wasn’t in school, but she assumed he’d slept late after partying.
She had a test in history and a pop quiz in calculus. She was busy all day, and it wasn’t until she noticed she’d left her dance bag at Carina’s that it came up. She caught a ride with Daniel, who drove Carina to and from school. Her plan was to grab her shit and hightail it to the subway. The back gate was the fastest way to Carina’s room, and it would save Brianna from walking through the kitchen.
She could sneak in through the pool bathroom and be out before anyone knew she was there. That worked for Carina too, because no one wanted to avoid her mother more than Carina did.
Except the second they opened the back gate, Carlo nearly jumped on them. He huffed in disappointment and shouted toward the garage, “It’s just Carina!”
“Love you too,” Carina said dismissively.
“Have you seen him?” Carlo asked rather than get annoyed. “Has he called you?”
Carina pulled back in surprise. “Tino?”
Brianna gaped in horror. “Is he still missing?”
“We don’t know where he is.” Carlo looked back and forth between the two of them, his light eyes glassy with fear. “Have you heard anything from him since school yesterday? Was he at dance?”
“He quit dance.” Brianna’s heartbeat was thundering in her ears. “He hasn’t come back since our fight.”
“That can’t be right,” Nova said from behind them. “He’s been gone every day. Sometimes he doesn’t make it home until after me.”
“He hasn’t been at dance,” Brianna assured him. “Maybe he’s—” She shrugged and gave Nova a look. “Working.”
“He’s not dealing on the weekdays,” Nova said defensively. “I make sure he has time to study. You think I’d make him deal instead of study?”
