LEON
Two Hours Earlier
For a second, I think I’m seeing wrong. That she’s missing. That she actually slipped away from me. But the longer I stand there, the more it sinks in.
For a brief moment, I panic. My brain whirls in a million directions. But I force myself to remain calm. To assess my surroundings. To think.
Her phone. There’s a tracker in her phone.
I never thought I’d have to use the built-in dashboard Tomaso had installed in my work phone, which is connected to the tracker on Gabriella’s phone. When Tomaso told me about it, I thought it was a little overboard.
Now, I’ve seen why. The man knows his daughter more than I do.
The screen pulls up a map, and the blinking red dot where her phone is located is…close to where I’m standing. She’s not far. Maybe she couldn’t run aw
