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Then, and only then, do I let myself do the thing that I’ve been dying to do since the word wife escaped Liam’s lips.

I put my head on my hands.

I take a deep breath.

And I let the tears that I’ve been holding back come roaring out.

24

SAL

I’ve been pouring over nautical charts and shipping records for an hour.

Marco’s idea was to connect me to someone who could trace the boat, which wasn’t a half bad idea. Marco’s instructions brought me to the Belfast port authority, who was more than happy to loan me the office in exchange for an amount of money that would have been exorbitant in any other situation.

In this one though, it’s not.

Gia is on the line.

It makes everything more urgent. And it makes me feel like I have no clue what I’m doing.

I’ve never been this helpless. Not in a very, very long time.

Not since I saw my family, one by one, be cuffed and put behind bars, and I couldn’t do anything about it. I wanted to save them, that time.

But I didn’t know enough. I had no control over the situation.

Now, though?

I should have control.

The problem is that I don’t.

My mind also lingers on what Marco said to me earlier, in the pub when he gave me the tip about the shipping and port records.

I can’t leave her for long.

I can’t for the life of me tell if that means that he’s being trapped by her…

Or if he doesn’t want to leave.

There’s no doubt in my mind that the woman Marco’s living with is an Interpol agent. However, what’s unclear to me is if there’s anything else going on with her.

For some reason, I get the feeling that there’s more to her and Marco’s relationship than meets the eye.

I force myself to look back at the charts.

It’s far too shortly, however, before my phone rings, jarring me out of my concentration.

I look down at my cell. I pick it up, my hands clumsy as I try to calm myself down.

It’s Elio.

I don’t want to take this call. I thought that Elio might give us just a little bit more time before he summoned me.

I had thought that, perhaps, he would think that Gia and I were still under cover.

But clearly… that isn’t happening.