Reckless Pursuit

When I get back to my room, I start looking for traces of Matteo. Is he somewhere partying? Has anyone seen him?

With a little help—thanks to my very public relationship with Dario—I get the right location. There he is. Apparently, he’s throwing a party at his father’s beach house, which is at least forty-five minutes away on a good day, and a full hour on a bad one.

I think about it. Should I get