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I check and mutter, “Ten minutes.”
“Carlo,” he calls out.
“Boss?”
“Take men to this location,” he points at the map and photo of Eden, “and search the area around it for that woman.”
“On it, boss.”
I start typing on the keyboard to see if she’s been spotted elsewhere, but when nothing comes up, I grab my phone, shove it in my pocket, and hurry out of the office.
“Let the men look, Dario,” Damiano calls out.
“No. I need to be out there,” I mutter.
“Christ.” I hear him curse.
When I get to the elevator, I slam the button and glance at my friends following after me.
“You can stay. I’ll do this on my own,” I say before I slam the button again.
“We’re coming,” Renzo replies.
The doors finally fucking open, and we pile inside. On the ride down, it’s hard to stand still, and when we reach the basement, I shoot out and jog to my SUV.
“I’ll ride with him,” Renzo calls out.
“Let us know if you get any new information,” Damiano orders.
Renzo climbs into the passenger seat while I slide behind the steering wheel. As I steer the SUV out of the parking area, I already start to feel a bit better, knowing I’m on my way to where Eden was last seen.
There’s a good chance she’s still in the area. She might be at a police station already.
“Call one of your contacts in law enforcement and have them check police stations in Queens,” I tell Renzo.
“Good idea. She’d probably go there for help.”
Checking the rearview mirror, I see the other SUVs behind me.
I’m actually surprised Damiano’s coming along for the ride. Sure, he’s always there to back us in a gunfight, but not when it comes to searching for someone.
When Renzo ends the call he made, I ask, “What do you think is up with Damiano?”
“What do you mean?”
“Usually, he considers things like this a waste of his time,” I explain. “But he’s been with us since Eden was taken.”
Renzo shoots a frown my way. “Because you need him.”
When I give my friend a confused look, he explains, “We’re all here because every single time shit went down in our lives, you were front and center to help us. You’re the fucking heart of the Cosa Nostra, brother.”
Christ.
Feeling overwhelmed by what Renzo just said, I keep my eyes focused on the road.
“You can cry,” he teases me. “I won’t tell anyone.”
“Fuck off,” I mutter, the corner of my mouth lifting slightly.
