“Are you all right, miss?” He helped me to my feet. “Should I call for help?”
“No.” I started to cry, and then, in a panicked voice, “Please, can you call someone else for me?”
Ten minutes later, Salvo and Pippo hopped out of a car near where I sat on a bench by the side of the road, looking like I’d been through the wringer.
“Are you hurt?” Salvo touched my arm, but I pulled it back as though nervous of his touch. “Sienna, come, let’s get you to the car.”
“Tell me everything you saw, and whatever she told you,” Pippo barked at the man who had helped me.
“She was tossed out of a car by a man in a mask.” The man was visibly shaken. I felt bad that he was involved, but his part was crucial to the story. “He dumped her on the street with a bag over her head. Wh-when she saw me, she refus
