Chapter 51

“DID YOU FIND ANYMORE clues regarding Grace’s abduction?” Giovanni asks.

I tell him everything Miles told me. The both of us standing at the bottom of the Rialto staircase, the tourists passing by us in both directions.

The café waiter mulls over what I’ve revealed, smiles, stuffs his hands inside his jacket pockets.

“I told you the police cannot be trusted. But then, perhaps your Grace could not be trusted either.”

Under normal circumstances, I might punch another man in the mouth after a comment like that. But staring into his soft, almost childlike face, I can’t help but believe that he is absolutely right. Perhaps in the end, Grace did simply get up from the table and leave me. For good.

Just the thought of her doing something so drastic and so final, and performing it so coldly, makes my already bruised heart feel like it’s about to split down the center. I can hardly breathe at the thought of walking back to my apartment.

Then my cell phone rings.