Page 49 of Seductive Sin

“Can you believe they don’t teach their women how to shoot?”

“Doesn’t surprise me. I don’t know a lot about organized crime, but from what I do know, women are both coddled and treated poorly.”

“That’s kind of how Savannah was describing it.” I tap my fingers on the kitchen counter. “Anyway, I know you’re a newlywed, Leif, and I don’t want to bother you and Kelly too much, but I need you to find someone for me. And seriously, if you can’t take the time, give me the name of someone you trust.”

“Depends on how quickly you need it done and on who you want me to find.”

“Vincent Gallo Junior,” I say. “Savannah’s older brother.”

“Okay. Where was he last seen?”

“That’s just it. Nobody knows. According to Savannah, he left the family. Went to Europe. No one’s heard from him since.”

“Europe? That’s a lot of ground to cover.”

“I know. And he’s probably using a different name.”

“You got a photo?”

“Savannah might. I’ll see if she does, and if so I’ll send it to you by satellite.”

“What’s his middle name?”

“I don’t know. Savannah’s in the bathroom. Hold on. She should be out any minute.”

Savannah comes walking out then, wearing yoga pants and a large T-shirt. Her hair falls in damp waves around her shoulders, and damn, she looks luscious.

“I’ve got Leif on the line,” I say to her. “Does your brother have a middle name?”

“Same as my dad’s. Lorenzo.”

“Lorenzo,” I say into the phone. “Just a minute. I’m going to put you on speaker.” I push the button on the screen. “You there?”

“Yep,” Leif responds.

“Vannah, do you have a picture of your brother?”

“I did. But my wallet is somewhere inside Miles’s father’s house.”

“Shit.”

“Can you describe him?” Leif asks.

“It’s been years since I’ve seen him, but he looks a lot like my father. Dark hair and eyes. Tall. Around six two. Pretty muscular.”

“You just described every Italian guy I’ve ever laid eyes on,” Leif says.

“Yeah, I know. I’m not much help.”

“Are there any pictures of him online? Did he have a social media profile or anything?”

She shakes her head. “He’s been gone too long. My family always discouraged the use of social media, anyway. When you’re in the line of work that we’re in, you don’t want to be so easily tracked. And my brother was pretty private anyway. That’s why it was so easy for him to disappear without a trace.”

“Are there any pictures of him to speak of at all?”

“My family threw out everything they had of him when he went away, and it’s not like they’d let you inside their house anyway.” She scratches the side of her head. “But what you could do is check out his old high school yearbooks. He went to a private school on Long Island. It was called St. John’s Academy for Boys. Maybe visit the school library and see if you can find a yearbook from when he attended.”

“It’s a start. When did he graduate?”