There was no sign of them.
 
 “Let’s see if we can find their car. They wouldn’t have parked too far away.” A Ferrari wouldn’t be too hard to spot.
 
 They wandered the nearby streets. Soon, they were onto their fourth, hope dwindling.
 
 “There.” Haven pointed.
 
 Brynn saw the sleek, gray SUV parked on a curve in the street. They hurried over.
 
 She blinked. “It’s unlocked.” She turned and looked around. Then she saw something on the ground and her stomach curdled.
 
 It was a key fob.
 
 “Oh God.” Haven breathed. “What happened?”
 
 Well, it clearly wasn’t a robbery, since they’d left the very expensive vehicle behind. Brynn looked up. There was a line of stores selling ceramics, clothes, and other tourist goods nearby. A middle-aged woman hovered in the doorway of the clothing shop.
 
 Brynn walked over, and the woman looked like she was debating disappearing back into her store and locking the door.
 
 “Scusi.Lei parla inglese?” Brynn asked.
 
 The woman hesitated, then nodded.
 
 “My name’s Brynn. I’m looking for my husband and my brother-in-law.”
 
 The woman shook her head.
 
 “This is their car.” She pointed. “They were here.”
 
 “Sorry. I see nothing.”
 
 This woman knew something. Brynn had interrogated too many people trying to hide something not to recognize the signs.
 
 “Please.” She pressed a hand to her unsettled stomach.
 
 The woman’s gaze dropped, and sympathy flashed on her face.
 
 “Please,” Brynn said again.
 
 The woman glanced around, then lowered her voice. “There was a fight. Two men were taken.”
 
 Haven gasped. Brynn grabbed her hand.
 
 “Did you see who took them?”
 
 The woman licked her lips. “Mafiosi. Navarro’s men. Now, you go.”
 
 The mafia?
 
 Why?Why would they take Vander? He had no dealings with the local mafia.
 
 But he often got in the way of the mafia back home. Russian, Irish, and Italian. He never hesitated to wade in to protect people.
 
 She bit her lip. Shehadto find him.
 
 “Grazie.” Brynn spun away. “We need to find Justin.” Had Justin Clarke been involved with this? He was the only person who’d know where Vander was going. Had he lured Vander and Rhys?
 
 No. He was Ghost Ops, and Vander had trusted him.