"You let them take her."
Dante spun around. Elena was standing in the shadow of the diner's back entrance, her elegant coat pulled tight against the cold. Her face was unreadable, but her eyes held something that looked like disappointment.
"I didn't let them do anything." His voice was raw. Dangerous. "I was ten feet away."
"And yet here we are." Elena walked toward him, her heels clicking on the wet pavement. "They have the girl. They have your man. And you're standing in a parking lot looking lost."
"I'm not lost." Dante's hands were clenched into fists. "I'm thinking."
"Then think faster. I saw them take her. Two men, both armed, professional. They walked in through the kitchen, grabbed her while Betty was distracted, and had her in a van before anyone noticed.
" Elena pulled out
