No matter how many giggles he’d heard, or how many of the boys at Trenton Home had attached themselves to his legs, causing him to smile, he still found himself more than a little troubled. There was only one reason for that—Nyssa. He called and there was no answer; he texted and there was no response. She wouldn’t talk to him, and that frightened him more than anything else. If she were here railing at him, calling him all types of inappropriate names and threatening to shave his head bald while he slept, he’d have something to work with. This wasn’t the case. He knew she was out of town—he just couldn’t determine exactly where she’d wandered off to. She could be hiding in plain sight or in another country. One could never know with her. No one would tell him anything, and it was making him crazy! If he entered the office one more time just to spot another bouquet from that complete dick James, he was going to flip his shit. Sansone had decided a visit with Luciano and Luciano’s assistant, Brian, at the Trenton home was a necessary distraction but only found himself bombarded with, “Where’s Nyssa?”, “How come she didn’t show up, Sunny?”, and “She promised to finger paint with me.”
