“I know,” I sighed. “They were trying to force themselves on her. One of the bastards spiked her drink, the other… Tried to r**e her.”
“Jesus Christ,” Ricky muttered, taking his head into his hands.
“I’d been seeing her ever since that night. And I told her to come by my apartment on Monday morning if she wanted to come back to Italy with me,” I explained.
“Then?” Ricky asked.
“She never showed up. That was why I was taking so long to wait for her, and you were getting so pissed off at me. Because deep down, I was just wishing that I hadn’t been wrong about her. That she would come for me… But she didn’t.”
I could feel my eyes prick with tears, but I shook my head, doing my best to get myself together.
Ricky sighed. “I’m sorry to hear about this, Lorenzo.”
“This is why I need your h
