Free Stranger in Town by Cheryl Bradshaw Page B

now you finally call, and there’s no apology, no explanation, nothing.  Maybe this is typical relationship behavior for you, but I—”
    “I know, I should have told you.”
    “Told me what?” I said.  
    “My sister was taken.”
    “I’m not sure what you mean,” I said.  “Abducted?”
    “Yes.”
    I couldn’t believe it.  Another one.  Although the reasons wouldn’t be the same.  Giovanni’s sister wasn’t a child.
    “From where?” I said.
    “Her apartment in New York City.”
    “But she has an alarm system, doesn’t she?”
    “It was disabled.”
    “Do you know who did it?”
    “My brother and I are working together to figure it out.  He’s here with me.  We’re getting close.”
    Giovanni’s brother was in the FBI.  If anyone could find her, he could.  I wouldn’t want to be the other person when they did. 
    “Why would anyone want to take Daniela?” I said.
    There was a pause, followed by heavy breathing. 
    “Giovanni, I want to know.  Tell me.”
    “I’m afraid it has something to do with me.”
    “You?  Why?”
    “A few months ago a group of men I used to do business with reached out to me.  They needed a favor, asked for my help.  I turned them down.  They got angry, started making threats, but I didn’t take them seriously.  I never believed anything would come of it.  I had those closest to me under surveillance, just in case, but—”
    “Wait a minute,” I said.  “You didn’t have anyone keeping an eye on me, did you?”
    His prolonged silence provided the answer.  But I lacked the energy to be angry, and the right—not while Daniela was still missing. 
    “If you were looking out for your sister, how did she get abducted?” I said.
    “That’s what I’ve been trying to figure out.  It appears one of my men may have been providing information to someone else.”
    “Who?”
    “I have my suspicions, and he is being followed.  I need to be sure.”
    “Why did you wait so long to tell me?” I said.
    “I didn’t want to get you involved—this is something I need to do on my own.”
    “You involved me when I became part of your life,” I said.
    “I knew you’d be right beside me, which is why I waited to tell you until you had a new case.  I’ve put Daniela in danger; I won’t let it happen to you as well.”  
    “How do you know about my case?”
    Stupid question.  He knew everything, except for the current whereabouts of his sister.  And he was right.  If I hadn’t been trying to find Olivia and Savannah, I would have been on the next flight to New York City.
    Giovanni apologized, something he wasn’t used to doing.  It was sincere, and as much as I wanted to be there, he promised to keep me informed of any progress he was making if I stayed put, and I agreed—at least until my own case was solved.  But if I solved it, and Daniela was still missing, our deal was off.

    “It was me,” Maddie said when my conversation with Giovanni was over.  She sat down on the bed, patting Lord Berkeley on the head and avoiding eye contact.  “Lucio called me and wanted to know if you were all right.”  
    I leaned back on the pillow.  “Well, at least now I know why Giovanni finally called.  Once he found out I had something else to occupy my time, he knew I wouldn’t fly out there.  Not right now, anyway.”
    “He just didn’t want you to worry,” she said.  
    But I was worried, and not just for Daniela.  I was finally starting to understand the consequences of being involved with someone who lived the kind of life Giovanni did.  He might have been loving and kind to me, but that was only one side of his personality.  I’d never seen the other.  And I didn’t want to—I’d grown fond of him over the past several months, an attribute that allowed me to overlook certain things.  I couldn’t imagine what Daniela might have been suffering on her brother’s behalf, or if she was still alive.  I wanted to sleep, but I