Chapter 68 A Tracking Device

• Lucas
• The tension in the living room was unbearable. Andrea sat casually on the couch, scrolling through his phone as if nothing was wrong. Meanwhile, my thoughts were spinning out of control. Alessia was out there, kidnapped, scared, and who knew what else. Every second felt like a wasted eternity, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something I was missing—some piece of the puzzle I hadn’t yet put together.
• I glanced at Andrea. His calmness felt unnatural. Maybe I was reading too much into it, or maybe he knew more than he was letting on. The thought gnawed at me, but I shoved it aside for the moment. If I stayed here staring at him any longer, I’d lose my mind.