“Danny, what the hell is going on? What’s this about life insurance? Call me back, right away, you understand? Right away!”

“Tony, that sounds serious. What could he mean by that?”

“I don’t know, but it’s certainly not good. He’s not answering his cell. You call Rachel’s cell and I’ll try their house.

They had no luck with either place. The message at his brother’s house played sharply in Tony’s ear: “You’ve reached Rachel … Danny … Evan … and Christopher.” The tone and pitch of voice changed as each Turner family member called out his or her name. “Please leave us a message,” they ended in unison.

“Guys, it’s Tony and Emily. Pick up, right now, if you’re there. We need to talk to you right away.” He waited. No answer. “Okay, when you get back, give me a call right away, on my cell, so I know everything’s okay,” he said, trying to reassure himself. Five thousand miles away, back in Ohio, his voice echoed through the silent house.

Tony always fixed problems and he would figure out how to fix this one. It was probably just a mix-up of some sort, but he couldn’t disguise the quaver in his voice when he got Tom Schroeder on the phone. Tom was one of his best managers, and lived a few miles from Danny and Rachel. True to form, Schroeder picked up on the first ring.

“Tom, this is Tony. Thank God. I’m really glad I reached you. I need a really big favor. I’m on vacation, and it’s probably nothing, but I think that Logan creep might have done something to Danny. He called and left some strange messages, about life insurance and stuff—”

“Tony, what are you talking about? I just saw Danny yesterday.”

“Yeah, but something’s wrong. Nobody’s answering; can you drive over there right away? I’m really worried about him.”

“You got it, bud. I’m in my car now, on my way to work out, so I’ll just swing by. I’ll call you back in a few minutes. Chill out, and go back to enjoying Italy. I’m sure everything’s okay. I’ll check it out. Ciao, boss! Stop worrying!”