she contacted the wrong people, Darwin could be in worse trouble. The decision on what to do grew increasingly stressful.
The bus entered the downtown area. She stared out the window at all the buildings as they passed the bus’s windows and yearned for Darwin to be sitting beside her. She didn’t think she could possibly miss him as much as she did at that moment.
It’s all their fault. Those fucking assholes will pay for screwing around my husband. Nobody does this to my family. Nobody.
The bus driver hit the horn as he angled into his spot and stopped.
The familiar Termini Station bustled around her as people milled about. She got off in turn and started across the street toward her hotel. Her stomach growled, reminding her of how hungry she was. The worst feeling was flying on a full stomach, so she had eaten a small portion of the continental breakfast that morning, which was hours ago. After she checked in, she would stop and get something to eat. Or was that a diversion from doing what she knew she had to do, like contacting someone to tell them her husband had been kidnapped.
It struck her that she wasn’t being too cautious. What if Darwin’s pursuers were following her right now? What if they’d already killed her husband?
She stopped walking and turned around fast. People walked left, right and all around, but as far as she could tell, no one was paying any special attention to her.
She turned back around and stepped into the lobby of the Hotel Luigi. After running up the front stairs, the clerk informed her that they had a room available.
She walked up to the second floor and entered room twenty-seven. She parted the tall, white curtains, opened the long, slender doors and stepped out onto the balcony. To her surprise, it was the only room with a balcony. Rome bustled one floor below her. To the right sat the wall of Termini Station, to her left, open street.
She had to go to the police. Either that or the embassy. She saw Darwin get put into a van. There was no question he was in danger.
She took in a deep breath and turned back into the room. She closed and locked the balcony doors, grabbed her room key, fifty euros and locked the room behind her.
Standing in the hallway, it hit her. Could the men who had blocked traffic in the two Crown Victorias that morning, be connected to all this? Were they trying to get Darwin, even then, on the open, public highway? If they were, then these men, this organization, was fearless.
She descended the stairs to the lobby and then more stairs to the door that led outside.
A long, sleek limousine sat parked across from the open door.
The back door opened. A very large man in a suit two sizes too small stepped out and started toward the sidewalk. She watched him closely.
The man hit the sidewalk and turned her way.
Rosina looked away out of embarrassment. She didn’t normally stare at people. Today was different. She had to watch people. See who they were, what they were up to.
She had to consider, that after Darwin was done with the two men in that van at the airport, he would try to contact her. But now she felt she’d waited too long. She had to call the police as soon as possible.
She looked back. The man from the limousine stood behind her, glaring.
“Come with me.”
She looked him up and down. “I am not a call girl. You may have money, but it’s fuckin’ rude to assume.”
He grabbed her arm.
“Hey! Let go of me,” she said as she struggled.
He leaned in close. “Don’t resist if you ever want to see Darwin again.”
She went limp. This man was one of them. It was that easy. Check into the hotel and there they were.
Fine. She wanted to meet with them anyway. Give them a piece of her mind.
She allowed herself to be led to the limo. A door opened as they approached and the man with the small suit shoved her inside.
“Hey!”
The bus entered the downtown area. She stared out the window at all the buildings as they passed the bus’s windows and yearned for Darwin to be sitting beside her. She didn’t think she could possibly miss him as much as she did at that moment.
It’s all their fault. Those fucking assholes will pay for screwing around my husband. Nobody does this to my family. Nobody.
The bus driver hit the horn as he angled into his spot and stopped.
The familiar Termini Station bustled around her as people milled about. She got off in turn and started across the street toward her hotel. Her stomach growled, reminding her of how hungry she was. The worst feeling was flying on a full stomach, so she had eaten a small portion of the continental breakfast that morning, which was hours ago. After she checked in, she would stop and get something to eat. Or was that a diversion from doing what she knew she had to do, like contacting someone to tell them her husband had been kidnapped.
It struck her that she wasn’t being too cautious. What if Darwin’s pursuers were following her right now? What if they’d already killed her husband?
She stopped walking and turned around fast. People walked left, right and all around, but as far as she could tell, no one was paying any special attention to her.
She turned back around and stepped into the lobby of the Hotel Luigi. After running up the front stairs, the clerk informed her that they had a room available.
She walked up to the second floor and entered room twenty-seven. She parted the tall, white curtains, opened the long, slender doors and stepped out onto the balcony. To her surprise, it was the only room with a balcony. Rome bustled one floor below her. To the right sat the wall of Termini Station, to her left, open street.
She had to go to the police. Either that or the embassy. She saw Darwin get put into a van. There was no question he was in danger.
She took in a deep breath and turned back into the room. She closed and locked the balcony doors, grabbed her room key, fifty euros and locked the room behind her.
Standing in the hallway, it hit her. Could the men who had blocked traffic in the two Crown Victorias that morning, be connected to all this? Were they trying to get Darwin, even then, on the open, public highway? If they were, then these men, this organization, was fearless.
She descended the stairs to the lobby and then more stairs to the door that led outside.
A long, sleek limousine sat parked across from the open door.
The back door opened. A very large man in a suit two sizes too small stepped out and started toward the sidewalk. She watched him closely.
The man hit the sidewalk and turned her way.
Rosina looked away out of embarrassment. She didn’t normally stare at people. Today was different. She had to watch people. See who they were, what they were up to.
She had to consider, that after Darwin was done with the two men in that van at the airport, he would try to contact her. But now she felt she’d waited too long. She had to call the police as soon as possible.
She looked back. The man from the limousine stood behind her, glaring.
“Come with me.”
She looked him up and down. “I am not a call girl. You may have money, but it’s fuckin’ rude to assume.”
He grabbed her arm.
“Hey! Let go of me,” she said as she struggled.
He leaned in close. “Don’t resist if you ever want to see Darwin again.”
She went limp. This man was one of them. It was that easy. Check into the hotel and there they were.
Fine. She wanted to meet with them anyway. Give them a piece of her mind.
She allowed herself to be led to the limo. A door opened as they approached and the man with the small suit shoved her inside.
“Hey!”
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