Chapter 32 Thirty-two

• POV Marco:
• I slam the trunk of the car shut and pound on the surface in frustration. I've spent the whole day searching every corner where Antonio Ricci could have hidden Isabella. The warehouse at the port was empty. The house by the river had been abandoned months ago. The basement of the Paraíso club had been converted into a game room.
• Nothing. Not a clue, not a trace. Despair gnaws at my insides. I've never felt so useless, so powerless. Not even when I pretended I couldn't walk.