Bastian
Later that day, I found myself at my office, trying to focus on the pile of work that had built up over the past few days. My mind, however, was elsewhere—stuck on Kaida, on the cryptic message she had received, and most of all, on how I would find Vittorio. He was the key to all of this. He knew something about Kaida, something that she didn’t even know about herself, and it was driving me insane.
I sat at my desk, fingers tapping impatiently against the polished wood as the voices from the meeting around me droned on. I wasn’t paying attention. I couldn’t. All I could think about was how Vittorio had always been one step ahead of me. He never stayed in one place long enough for me to track him down, and every time he called, it was from an untraceable number. He was like a gho
