"Igor!" His name rips from my throat. "Igor!"
No answer.
I push through the crowd toward the back of the club. People try to stop me. Ask questions. Reach for me. I don't see their faces. Don't hear their voices.
All I see is Vittoria's face when that gun pressed against her temple. The fear in her eyes. The way she screamed my name.
The way I couldn't save her.
"Igor!" I roar his name again.
Still nothing.
I'm halfway to the back exit when Lorenzo's voice cuts through the chaos.
"I need a laptop. Now."
I spin around. He's standing near the stage, one arm around Sophia who's bleeding from somewhere I can't see.
"What?" Pietro snaps. He's trying to organize people. Checking bodies. Counting heads. Making sure everyone from both families is accounted for.
"A laptop." Lorenzo's voice rises. "Someone get me a fucking laptop."
Nico appears from somewhere in the crowd.
"Motherfucker." He says. "I forgot."
"Forgot what?" Pietro demands.
"Vittoria." Nico's eyes lock on Lorenzo. "The tracking devices."
My heart stops.
"What tracking devices?" The words scrape out of my throat.
Lorenzo shifts Sophia's weight, reaching down to pull off his right shoe. He holds it up, turning it so we can see the heel.
There. A small plug embedded in the leather. Same color as the shoe. Black on black. Invisible unless you know to look for it.
"She made them for all of us six months ago." Lorenzo's voice is steady but his hands shake. "After what happened with Sophia. She insisted. Said we needed a backup in case?—"
He doesn't finish. Doesn't need to.
"Does it work?" I'm already moving toward him. "Can we track her?"
"If she activated it." Lorenzo meets my eyes. "She has to turn it on manually. Privacy settings. She wouldn't let them run constantly because?—"
"I don't care why." I grab his shoulder. "Can we find her or not?"
"If she activated it before they took her." Lorenzo's jaw clenches. "If she remembered. If she had time?—"
"My office." I'm already running. "I have a laptop in my office."
My feet pound against the floor. Past bodies. Past blood. Past people calling my name, asking questions, demanding answers.
I don't stop.
Lorenzo's footsteps echo behind me. He's following. Good. I need him. Need whatever system Vittoria built. Need anything that might lead us to her.
