Vanessa stared at the crumpled note in Riccardo’s hand, her breathing shaky but steadying. She didn’t have time for fear or anger. Her kids were out there, scared.
“We don’t have time for riddles,” Vanessa said, her voice firm. “Where are they?” She asked Riccardo.
Riccardo slid the note into his pocket. “They’re nearby. They wouldn’t risk taking them far. Let’s move.” He said.
The group hurried out of the abandoned building, the setting sun casting long shadows over the cracked pavement. Riccardo directed his men with clipped commands. Diego stayed close to Vanessa, offering her silent reassurance.
One of Riccardo’s men jogged up, his boots crunching against the gravel. “Boss, there are fresh tire tracks leading to an old farm about two miles from here.” He informed.
Vanessa didn’t h
