“Trofim was spotted thirty minutes ago at a bar the Giordanos own. Agostino was with him. He and Agostino were sitting at the same booth. They’re working together.” He’s talking fast, squeezing as much information as he can into every second. “You need to get there now. If you find them, I guarantee you’ll find Viv.”
Viviana’s father is here in the city and there’s no way it’s a coincidence.
Viviana’s father is working with my brother. He helped Trofim kidnap his own daughter.
Before I can stop myself, I send my fist through the poor night manager’s monitor. The screen cracks. The edges flicker with life, but the center is a large, black hole of jagged glass.
“Ah, man,” he mutters miserably.
All I can focus on is the rush of blood in my ears.
The only reason Viviana was in this shitt
