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I move back into his line of sight. “What woman?”

His throat works once. “Older.”

The man looks nervously between us. “She wasn't at every meeting,” he adds.

I wait.

“But everyone listened when she showed up,” he continues.

My pulse slows. It’s a dangerous reaction. The closer I get to answers, the calmer I become.

“How old?”

“Sixties. Maybe older.” He licks his lips again.

Viktor's eyes meet mine. This has to be the older woman that Enzo answers to.

“Who is she?”

The man rubs a hand over the back of his neck. “I don’t know.”

“What did she want?”

“I don't know,” he repeats.

I step closer.

His voice breaks before I even say anything. “I swear.”

“You’re rapidly running out of opportunities to swear.”

The man squeezes his eyes shut. “I heard people talking.”

“About what?”

“A girl.”

Ivy.

He has my full attention. “What about her?”

His voice drops. “They said she belonged with family.”

The words hang in the air. Family. Not money or ransom. Family. That changes everything.

“Where’s Enzo?”

The man shakes his head. “I don't know.”

“Try again.”

“I'm telling the truth.” He thrusts his hands out in front of him, palms up. “He just... disappeared. No one could reach him. Orders kept coming, but they weren't coming from him.”

Before I can ask another question, my phone vibrates.

Roman.

I answer the call.