‘We’ve found them dad.’ Marco said.’
‘Where are they?’
‘Basiglio.’
‘What are they doing there? It's the richest town in Italy.’
‘We don’t know dad once the snow has stopped snowing we are heading there.’
‘Thanks for keeping me informed Marco.’
‘No problem dad I’ll keep you informed.’
The call ended how the hell had they got her there.
Nicolo, Domienico, Vallea and his men had got on the private jet to the French alps for a four day skiing vacation they were both looking forward to it mainly because they were booked onto the the same complex as their friends the cabin held ten people so he had booked two one for them and some of the men and the other for the remainder of his men. The rest were at the house guarding it just in case of. An attack though it was snowing could still happen.