I keep hoping I’ll wake up in the back of the limo with my head on Carlo’s shoulder, blink sleep from my eyes, and smile up at him. “Are we there yet?” I’ll ask, kissing him softly on the cheek before falling back to sleep.
But when I close my eyes and open them again, not a single thing has changed.
I’m running through the crowd to the security room where I know Nario is with the walkies. I want to run outside and start looking for whatever Irish motherfucker has snatched Hazel. But even though that would feel like I’m doing the right thing, it would be counterproductive. I need to mobilize the troops.
I curse myself for letting her go. I wonder how the Elephant planned this, how he knew we were going to be here. I wonder how the Irishman got past the guards.
Nario is talking calmly i
