She was taken from me while we were having lunch at a café across from the cathedral in San Marco. I have been suffering a recurring, temporary blindness since my participation in the war in Afghanistan and had no way of seeing her being taken, nor the individual who did the taking. But only moments prior to her disappearance, Grace had been complaining of a man in a long brown overcoat who was staring at her. He was a man with a cropped beard, black hair, and black eyes hidden behind sunglasses. It turns out he’s been following us all week. He approached our table, which upset Grace. Within seconds, she was gone. Please contact me here as soon as you see this. I am desperate.”
I click send and wait for a reply.
It comes to me almost two hours later.
“Dear Sir, please contact me with your phone number to this email address
[email protected] as soon as possible.”
I do it. I email her with my cell phone number.
