CHAPTER 32
DOMENICO
Where the f**k was she?
I checked the time again. Midnight. She should’ve been back two hours ago.
I dialed.
“Matteo,” I said as soon as he picked up. “Where is she?”
There was a beat of silence. Then, “What do you mean?”
“I mean Maureen,” I bit out. “She’s not back yet.”
“She left over an hour ago,” he said, voice slower now.
I stood from my desk, every muscle in my body tense. “Did she leave alone or with Niccolò?”
“I didn’t check,” he replied. “She got in the car, that’s all I know. I figured she was heading straight home.”
My jaw clenched.
“Start checking your street cams,” I ordered. “I’m tracking the car from my side.”
“On it,” Matteo said quickly. “I’m heading out now.”
I hung up and strode to the other end of the study.
“Track Maureen’s car,” I
