Bruno shakes his head. “Not yet but I’ve been busy trying to head off the cops.”

“Word travels fast,” Amadeo says from the door.

I turn to find my brother standing fresh from a shower, hair still wet dressed casually in jeans and a dark sweater. I’m guessing Bruno had the forethought to bring a change of clothes. Amadeo glances at the body, then at me.

“How are Mom and Emma?”

“Fine. Good call to send them to Palermo. Emma took to Gabriela right away.”

“Good.”

“You are aware there’s a warrant out for your arrest,” Bruno tells Amadeo.

“Yeah, well, that’s all going to have to wait until I’ve found my wife.” Amadeo settles himself behind the desk.

“You need to get out of here,” Bruno says, ignoring him.

“Any luck with the password?” Amadeo asks him.

“Not yet.”

“Try Nadia,” I say more as a joke than anything else.

Amadeo chuckles. “Well, fuck. I’d say that’s brilliant, but quite frankly, it was more idiotic of Sonny than anything else.”

“It worked? You’re fucking kidding me,” I say.

Amadeo offers Bruno the seat. What might take my brother or me hours to find Bruno will find in about a third of the time.

I bring the tote over.

“Isn’t that Vittoria’s bag?” Amadeo asks.

“You really do need to go,” Bruno tells Amadeo.

“In a minute.”

“Found this,” I say, taking out her phone as well as the cash and setting both on the desk.

He shakes his head. “That’s our bad. We should have searched what that bastard handed to her. She have contact with anyone?”

“No calls but she did have a conversation over text with her brother. He offered to get her out.”

“And?”

“Doesn’t seem like she took him up on it at least according to the chat.”

“Good.”

“But there’s something else.” I pick up the phone, navigate to Safari, and hand it to Amadeo.

“How did she get these?”

I show him the photo with the website and password. “I’m guessing Lucien handed it to Geno.”

“Anything else?”

“Not really.”

My phone dings. “That’s a list of possible safehouses he’d have taken her to,” Bruno says, turning to us. “But you need to go. Now. You won’t be much good to anyone sitting in a jail cell.”

“That’s why I’m counting on you not to let that happen. Sonny has to have something on the officials in his pocket.”

“I’m sure he does, but until I find it,” Bruno says, putting a flash drive into Sonny’s computer and pushing some buttons before turning to face us. “You need to stay out of sight. I’m serious, Amadeo. I need time, and my priority is finding Vittoria. Help me to help you.” The computer screen goes black. Bruno takes the drive, pockets it, and stands.