“What happened in 2003?”
I stared at Damiano, waiting for an answer.
He didn’t give me one.
His eyes remained fixed on the note in my hand.
“Damiano.”
He finally looked at me.
“Not here.”
I almost laughed.
“Seriously?”
“Elena, listen to me.”
“No. You listen to me.”
I held up the paper.
“My brother has disappeared again. Someone broke into your house, took him without setting off your security system, and left a message about a year you clearly know something about.”
My voice shook.
“And you’re still telling me not here?”
His jaw tightened.
“Because whoever took your brother wants you to ask questions.”
“Then maybe I should.”
“That’s exactly what they want.”
I stared at him.
“So what am I supposed to do? Sit quietly and wait for another message?”
“No.”
He took the pape
