Catalina
Dario didn't answer the first or second time I called. My next call was to Giovanni. He answered after the first ring.
“Ma'am?"
“Where's Dario? I've tried to call him twice, and he isn't answering."
“We're at Mr. Luciano's apartment building."
“Dario's? You're here."
“No, ma'am," Giovanni replied. “Mr. Vincent Luciano."
I didn't know he had an apartment. “Is it here in the city?"
“Yes. The two Mr. Lucianos went upstairs about twenty minutes ago."
“I need to get a message to Dario."
Giovanni said, “I can…" His voice lowered in volume. “s**t. They just came out of the elevator."
“Is everything all right?"
“Ma'am, I need to go."
“Please ask him to call me."
“Will do."
I disconnected the call. Taking a seat on one of the lounge chairs, I stared down at my phone,
