DOMINICMy hand tightened around the steering wheel. How long had it been since I actually drove myself? Ten years? Maybe more.The way she had been banging on the doors, her fists must have hurt after that.I leaned back against the seat when my phone rang beside me. I picked it up, and my assistant's voice came through the other line.“We found the waiter.”“Keep him there,” I ordered.I glanced at the balcony of the villa again. She was still standing there, staring down at my car, her hair blowing in the wind as she bit her lip.I pulled out of the villa and followed the location my assistant had sent me.It took about twenty minutes to get there. The building was old and badly maintained, with faded paint covering the walls and cracks running across some parts of the exterior. The railings were rusty, and the windows looked like they hadn't been replaced in years. I parked outside, walked in, and took the stairs since there was no elevator.When I reached the apartment, two of my
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