MILO
Fallon hasn’t returned. I grab the radio off the desk and lean against the cool wall, my heart pounding like a drum, wondering why she is taking so long. Every second stretches into an eternity. Fallon’s been gone too long. Is she alright? The unease coils tighter in my gut. She knows better than to draw attention when Vittorio is around. Stepping outside, Leone doesn’t even notice me leave as I press the button on the radio.
“Rocco,” I bark into the radio, keeping my voice low, “has Fallon come out of the restroom?”
Static hisses before Rocco’s reply slices through. “Not yet.”
“Check now.” My order is clipped and sharp. I don’t need to tell him this isn’t normal; the urgency in my tone does that.
I don’t wait for his response. Instead, my mind races through scenarios, each more
