At lunch she feigned sleep when they left a ham sandwich and a glass of milk. She ate the sandwich and poured the milk into the toilet and flushed. She put the dead phone back under the mattress; it was useless, but she didn’t want them to know she had it.

As daylight waned, the noises from outside stopped. Was the elevator gone, or were they just quitting for the day? The cleaners in the house were quitting, too, and she heard a new, very faint mechanical noise. Had they replaced the construction elevator with a permanent one? She had no way of knowing.

She took her daily shower and rinsed out her thong and bra, then put them back on to dry on her body, under her jeans and sweater.

It was dark when they brought dinner: pasta with plain tomato sauce and a glass of red wine. She ditched the wine and drank water with her dinner.

Stone tried calling Hedy’s phone and texting her, but nothing went through. He checked for texts from her but got nothing.

Jim Lugano turned up and took a sheet of paper from his briefcase. It was a map of Italy, and little red dots had been placed on it around Naples and as far south as Salerno. “These are the buildings with Casselli’s company’s name on the building permits. Two of them have permits for construction elevators: the one you raided in Naples and one at Ravello, a village on top of the mountain above the Amalfi Coast.”

“Then it must be the building at Ravello,” Stone said. “Let’s get down there.”

“Hang on,” Jim said, raising a hand. “I’ve already got people on the way, but darkness will hamper them. They’ll find the building early tomorrow, and we’ll have it photographed.”

“Why don’t we just raid it, the way we raided the Naples building?”

“First of all, as I’ve just explained, we don’t know exactly where it is, and we won’t know until daylight, when the elevator will be visible. Secondly, your raid in Naples was successful because there was nobody there. If they’re holding her at the Ravello site, she’ll be guarded, and we’ll need all the recon we can get before we go in there. Be patient, Stone.”

“I’m running out of patience,” Stone said. “I’m going to explode soon, if we don’t get some leads to follow. Anything on the chocolate?”

Lugano laughed. “Nothing on the chocolate. It’s in a truck somewhere, and we have no idea where to look.”

“And still no trace of Casselli?”

“He knows we’re looking for him. He’s hiding, and doing a good job of it. Have you had any messages from Hedy?”

“No, I just checked.”

“On the new phone or the old phone?”