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Almost another week had gone and it was almost Vallea’s birthday. Luca was pacing up and down angrily with vengeance written all over his face, it was his baby's sixteenth birthday in a few days and he’d planned everything just for it all to come crashing down around him. "We’ll find her dad." Marco said, even though he was not Maroco's biological father, he had always felt closer to him. 

"I know son. How’s it going in Venice?"

"She’s not here dad."

"Oh."

"We’ve talked to a lot of people and showed them her photo we believe she was here around four months ago with around ten men in an abandoned ware house. But we have reason to believe they had moved her and moved on."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes we got the name of the warehouse we checked it thoroughly, there was no one there and no sign she’d been there. They must’ve took the tracke out and disconnected it, keeping hold of it."

"And the