Elena's knees nearly gave out on the pavement.
Adrian caught her elbow before she fully registered swaying, his grip steady even though his own voice hadn't been.
"That's not possible," she said. "People don't just vanish off a plane. There's a manifest. There's a crew. Someone would have noticed—"
"Someone did notice," Adrian said grimly. "The flight crew logged him boarding in Geneva. Window seat, 14A. He never appeared on the deplaning footage in Milan." He was already dialing again, already speaking low and fast to someone on the other end. "I've got a team pulling the full customs log now."
Carla had gotten out of the car, her earlier composure entirely gone, one hand pressed flat against her chest like she was holding something in place by force.
"This is my fault," she said. "I
