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And, honestly, if anyone could, it was Miko.
Which left me twiddling my fucking thumbs as I waited for the ferry.
“Yo, wait up,” Gio called as I started to walk toward the building.
I turned, finding not only Gio, Ciro, and Elio, but Matej walking toward me. The latter’s face was a mask of pure fucking fury.
“Matej, you could have stayed. I don’t even know if there’s a problem yet,” I said, even as my stomach twisted tighter with each passing second that I didn’t hear from Miko. Even as my common sense told me he was likely twenty minutes out from the studio himself.
“There’s a problem,” he said, voice tight.
As we all boarded the ferry, I had to admit that I believed that as well.
We were exiting the ferry when my phone finally started to ring.
“Miko,” I answered, hearing the desperation in my own voice.
“There was no one at the studio,” he said. “And before you ask, Venezio, Brio, and I checked out the row house. It’s empty.”
“Fuck,” I hissed.
“Could she be home?” he asked.
“Maybe,” I said, giving him that address. “Anywhere else you want us to look?”
“She has a warehouse in El Barrio,” I told him. “I’m on land now. I’m going to head there.”
“If there’s nothing at her place, we will head that way too.”
I relayed the information to the Morellis and Matej as we went toward the row of cabs.
I gave one cab the address before climbing into another with Gio.
“Hey, we’re going to find her,” Gio insisted.
Yeah.
I had no doubt about that.
But what if we found her too late?
What if her apartment or the warehouse looked like Matej’s kitchen?
Visions of Saylor writhing around in her own blood, hands gripping at the walls, spreading bloody handprints all over the surfaces spread across my mind, becoming more vivid with each passing moment as we drove from the port all the way up to Spanish Harlem.
We had the cabs drop us off a block away and started out on foot.
There was no one around that seemed out of place, so I rushed toward the warehouse.
But it was no use.
The doors were locked.
I didn’t know the code.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Saylor
