Morano’s Mansion, 10:47 AM
“Check every single location. Every possible landmark within a hundred-mile radius!” Leonard barked, his voice booming across the vast living room of the Morano mansion.
Three tech officials sat on the large glass table surrounded by open laptops, blinking monitors, and humming devices. The digital map on the main screen flickered with shifting coordinates and pulses of blue and red. Sweat formed on their brows from the pressure and speed of their hands dancing across the keyboards.
Leonard couldn’t keep still. He paced from wall to wall, fists clenched, jaw tight, and fury in his eyes.
“Boss, you need to calm down,” Massimo said gently, standing near the door, his arms crossed yet his voice steady.
Leonard turned sharply to him. “How can I calm down when I don’t even know where my wife is?” he snapped.
Massimo stayed silent, knowing better than to speak when Leonard was this tense.
Logan, leaning against the wall beside a pillar, glanced up. “Do you think S
