James Connelly's POV
It was now the third day in Italy.
There'd been no progress at the police station. Every time I asked about their plan, they just gave me vague, evasive answers.
Maybe that was for the best. Honestly, if these amateurs rushed into Ostuni recklessly, they'd only put Isabelle in more danger.
I considered driving to Ostuni myself, but Wilson stopped me.
"The Naples mafia already knows the FBI is working with the local police. They're on high alert. You think they'll see you and assume you're just another tourist visiting Ostuni? You'll make it even harder for us to get close."
Wilson was right.
But I couldn't just sit around in the hotel. I had to take action.
I wanted to find Antonio. But as the number two in the Naples mafia, he wasn't exactly easy to track down
