{TYLER}
"Yes," she says. "Gloria sent me the pendant ."
"And do you have it with you?" I ask eagerly.
She looks down, stabbing carefully through paper-thin slices of beef with her fork. "No."
"Is it in your room? At the hotel?"
"No. I left it back home."
Disappointed, I lean back in my chair. This whole trip to Italy has been a bust. Sasha was right, we never should have come. We haven't even been able to see the sights while we've been here. All he wanted was to go into the Colosseum, and he won't get to do it.
Sasha clears his throat. "We thought—Tyler and Gloria and I, we all thought the pendant might have something to do with this."
La Contessa finally stops spearing things onto her fork and looks up at Sasha. "Yes."
"Have you ever noticed anything strange about the pendant?"
"No."
"Do you wear it yourself?"
She shakes her head. "It's a little unwieldy." She glances at me and I shrug.
She sighs, and I snort at that.
