I skid to a halt at her door. It’s closed. After the way I just treated
her, I don’t expect her to open it for me. I have some groveling to do. I take a deep breath and knock on the door. I’m met with silence.
“Grace,” I call. Nothing. Yep, she’s angry. “Grace, please, can I come in?”
I put my ear to the door and don’t hear a thing, so I turn the
Handle, and the door opens. It’s quiet in here. I move silently through her room toward her bed. I just need to see her. But the bed’s empty. I move to the bathroom, nothing there either. I check her closets, and they are still full of her clothes, so she is here somewhere in the house. I run back into the corridor and look in every single room on that floor, all empty. Then I rush downstairs and into the kitchen, surprising the staff.
“Have any of you seen Grace?” They all shake their heads.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Sergei asks, seeing me race around from the library into the next room.
“She’s gone.”
“What do you mean “gone”?”
“She isn’t in her room, she isn’t on the top floor, the kitchen staff
haven’t seen her.”
“Maybe she’s gone for a walk to cool off. Check the security
cameras.”
We return to my office and turn on the computers.
“When was the last time you saw her?” Sergei asks.
“Probably an hour ago.”
He brings up the computer security footage of the estate from
around that time. We look at the different screens.
“Stop.”
On the screen I see Grace race into the garage. She’s in there for a couple of beats before my fucking Maserati rolls out of the garage.
“Fuck!” I curse as I slam my fucking fists onto my desk. “She’s run, she’s fucking run.” I pushed her too far this morning.
“How was she able to escape without security knowing?”
“Gio was supposed to take the car into town to get fixed, they probably thought it was him.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Pull up the GPS locator for the car. She can’t have gotten that far.”
“She’s just on the outskirts of Pisa.”
“We need to get her back, Sergei. We need her back tonight.”
He nods. “Let’s take the helicopter, we can catch her quicker that
way. She’ll have no idea we are following her.”
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GRACE