One subordinate replied: "Sir, we've been following him. After the killing, he didn't return home. Instead, he went to that derelict dock by the East River. It's where he used to meet Miss Costello."
Hearing this, my heart lurched violently.
Luca glanced at me, his gaze holding no reproach, only calmness. "He intended to drag you down with him, using your shared memories as his final stage."
He rose and stepped before me. "Elena, I shall see this through to its end. Stay at home and await my return."
"No," I rose, meeting his gaze directly. "I'm going. I'll see him pay for everything he's done with my own eyes."
Luca looked at me intently, then finally nodded.
"Very well."
The abandoned dock in winter, with a bitterly cold wind.
Marco sat alone at the end of the jetty, several empt
