By eight the next morning, I had revoked Sofia's access to Moretti Blooms. By eight-oh-three, I had revoked my father's. The confirmation boxes disappeared from my laptop one after another. TEMPORARY USER — DISABLED. FAMILY MANAGEMENT ACCESS — DISABLED. SAVED APPROVAL

My mother answered on the sixth ring. "Elena, I am not doing this over the phone."

"Then give me the warehouse address."

Silence. I looked at Carlo across the flower-shop counter. He stared at the floor.

"Bianca," I said, "Dad just told me you signed for a warehouse."

The first man came through the corridor before we reached the outer door. He wore a dark work jacket and carried no box. That told me enough. Anton moved in front of Bianca. Mikhail caught my arm.

"Car. Now."

I pulled free on instinct. His eyes flashed. Then I heard