Luca’s expression shifted the moment Voss was out of earshot. He turned slowly to Marco. "Where did you find those?"
"I’m sure it’s nothing, boss," he said.
"Where?"
"On her desk," Marco admitted. "Just lying there."
Luca followed the direction of his gesture, his eyes settling on the desk—Veronica’s desk. He snatched the papers from Marco’s hand. His eyes moved quickly over the documents, scanning, processing—
Cassidy had been in Italy at the same time as Veronica. The same days. The same city. Why?
Was he stalking her? What did he want from her? His mind moved even faster now, piecing together possibilities, none of them good.
And then the question that hit harder than the rest— Why did Veronica have them?
"Follow up on this," he said. "If that man has something planned for her, I want to know it."
Marco straightened immediately.
"Today!" Luca added. "Locate the hotel he stayed in. Find out who visited him. I want to know what he had to eat, who he saw, where he went."
Each instruction came faster than the last, his control tightening around the situation.
"Is that understood?"
"Yes, Luca."
"Son of a bitch!" Luca muttered under his breath, dragging a hand across his face as he turned away. "I’m closing for the day," he said abruptly.
*****
Luciano got to Vee’s house a few minutes later, the drive a blur he barely registered. His mind had been running the entire time—replaying the documents, the dates, the possibilities. He found her curled on the sofa, small against the cushions, a blanket loosely wrapped around her. "Hey... Vee..." he said, his voice lowering instinctively as he stepped closer.
She looked up at him. "Hey..." she replied, pushing herself up into a sitting position, brushing her hair back absently. "Why are you home now? You know..." she added, trailing off slightly.
"Difficult not to know," Luca said. He moved closer, his gaze scanning her quickly—noticing the tension in her shoulders, the way she held herself.
"I didn’t want to bother you," she said quietly.
She should have. She always should have.
Luca exhaled slowly, stepping closer until he was standing just in front of her. "You don’t bother me," he said. "You could never bother me," he added as he took a seat beside her. "What do you need?" he asked, turning slightly toward her, his gaze searching her face. "Tell me what you need."
She looked down at her hands, fingers loosely intertwined, her shoulders still tense despite his presence. "I just want to disappear," she said finally.
"See now," he said, leaning back just enough to look at her fully, "I can’t let you do that."

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