After I leave the safe house, I get inside my car and taking out my phone, pull up the surveillance feed from Milene’s place. The cat is hanging from a half-shredded curtain, evidently chasing some bug. Milene is not there. Anxiety immediately builds deep in my chest.
I call Aldo. “Where is she?”
“Still at work. I’m parked in front of the hospital, I’ll let you know the moment she heads home.”
“Don’t let her out of your sight.” I cut the call and stare into the distance. I’m not sure for how long. Eventually, I pick up the phone again and call Luca Rossi, the don of the Chicago Family.
“Mr. Rossi. We may have a problem.”
“Something regarding the last construction project?” he asks.
“No. This is a personal matter,” I say and lean back in my seat. “There is something of yours here. Som
