Page 58 of Indebted

And oh, my God, where is Luca? Things must have gone badly with the meeting if this is how it turned out.

Unless this is what Bernardi had in mind all along. I don’t know which of those two things I would rather be the truth. I only know Luca has to be in danger.

From where I’m standing, I see a pair of headlights approaching from further down the road. They come up fast, like the car is practically flying. I don’t know how I know it. There’s no reason for me to know it, especially at a distance and in the dark.

But it’s Luca. It has to be. The car swings around and disappears from sight, probably going up the driveway now. It’s him, I know it, I feel it. And either he got word this was happening or figured it out on his own, but he’s on his way in there.

How am I supposed to stay here when I know he’s up there? How can I stand here feeling useless and helpless and only able to imagine everything that could go wrong in there?

I have to go back. There has to be something I can do to help.

So I tuck the gun in my waistband like I watched Vincent do before getting in the damn tunnel all over again, this time crawling back to the house. Back to where Luca is.

Because I just figured out that I can’t live without him.

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