ANTONIO.
I had been searching for Carlo’s father for days now, and I hadn’t found any clue. Her phone calls and text messages from three years ago had been traced, and the only people she ever talked to were her family and one Ruby Thompson. Her movements, where she frequents, had been traced by the professional private investigator I hired, and he couldn’t unearth any leads.
I didn’t know how Rosalinda managed to cover her tracks, but I was determined to find him, and if I did, I was going to f*****g kill him.
The list of phone calls she'd made over the last three years was in my hand, and I had been going through it for almost twenty minutes, refusing to believe she hadn't been in contact with any man aside from her family. Talking about her family, could it be that—
“No.” I said to
