Luca was still on the line when Victor’s voice cut off mid-sentence.
“—I have—”
Silence.
“Victor?” Luca pressed the phone tighter to his ear. “Victor, talk to me.”
Nothing. The call had dropped.
He immediately redialed. Straight to voicemail. Again. And again. A cold knot formed in his stomach.
“Find him,” Luca barked into another line, already moving. “Victor was on his way back from the convent. Track his phone. Now.”
Within twenty minutes, a team was dispatched. Luca paced his office like a caged animal, jaw tight, refusing to sit. Sofia had come in and noticed his sudden shift in mood but he had brushed her off gently, telling her he had business to handle. The lie tasted bitter on his tongue.
The call came an hour later.
They had found the car.
The scene on the remote road s
