Aiden.
It's been six hours and I'm still in Rome. I've booked a hotel room, but I won't be sleeping. I’ve only booked it because I won't leave this city until my girl is found. The police aren't doing anything.
It's been hours, and she is still missing. I can't track her number or my brother's because I don't have a laptop. However, I know he won't have the phone with him for that reason.
I pace in the suite, pulling my hair for the umpteenth time tonight. If he's touched one hair on her head, I'm going to kill him. Actually, I'm killing him anyway for taking her.
After another hour has gone past and the police still haven’t got back to me, I do something I never thought I would take a deep breath. I grab my phone and dial Marcus Pérez.
When he answers, his voice is bitter, as he asks
