Layla
While we were headed back to the house, I felt this nervous pit grow within my stomach. I had no real way of knowing if Agent Carter was going to listen to me and return to New York.
I reached over for my bag to pull out my phone. My breath became caught in my lungs.
“Oh my God,” I gasped.
I had over six missed calls from Aldo. My mind immediately began racing, trying to figure out what could have happened that would have warranted several missed calls. Had there been some kind of an attack?
Things had been rather quiet since the day we recovered Eli. Still, since before I left, we hadn’t been able to pick up any word on Vanessa or the remaining Rossetti family members. I was truly hoping that the young woman would have heeded my warning and faded into the background.
Not
