Chapter 13
Paolo
Fanculo. Where is she?
It’s dark in the apartment. The clock says it’s three in the morning. I don’t even know how I slept without knowing where Caitlin was.
I surge out of bed and stalk through the apartment, checking my phone for messages, throwing on the lights.
Where in the f**k could she be?
I try calling her, but not surprisingly, there’s no answer.
I’m ready to drive over to her brother’s dorm and pull him out of bed, but I hold back. That would be harassment, and Caitlin wouldn’t like it.
I start looking through the place more thoroughly, looking for signs. Her suitcase is still there—flung open but not unpacked from our trip to Vegas. Her computer equipment, but not her laptop. I go to her bathroom. I don’t know what I’m looking for, but I look.
And that’
