It was the door being slightly open that had put Antonio on alert when he got to Jaqui, no, Janna's home. For someone as security conscious as she was, she would never leave the door open. Marco, he thought, his heartbeat accelerating. Marco had gotten free. Gotten free and grabbed her and, oh God, no.

Antonio threw open the door and charged in, the silence stopping him. He couldn't have been more than ten minutes behind Janna. Ten minutes wasn't enough time for Marco to really get started. But the utter quiet made the apartment seem more like a tomb than a torture chamber.

"Conte," a low voice spoke up from the direction of Janna's studio. Marco. Janna's studio didn't have curtains, so there was enough light for Antonio to see Marco peeking around from the door, his head a few scant inches from the floor.

Antonio was there in a moment. His furious demands to know where she was and what he had done died on his lips when he realized that Marco was still tied at the wrists and ankles. The closet door was open, but he hadn't managed to get completely freed from the bonds Janna had wrapped him up in.

"Where is she?" Antonio asked, pulling out a pocketknife and sawing through the plastic bands holding Marco's wrists together.

"I don't know," Marco replied quickly. "A few minutes before I saw her open the door, some men came in. Three of them. I stayed in here while they waited for her and when she walked in, they grabbed her and then she went limp and they took her away."

"How long ago?" Antonio asked, hoping there might be time to find them. But he knew better. Anymore than a thirty second head start and there was no way to know where she was.

"It was a matter of minutes ago," Marco said flatly, his tone expressing that same opinion that the girl was lost. He had no idea what kind of vehicle they were in or which direction they had gone. Antonio snapped through the plastic and Marco rubbed his raw wrists for a moment before taking the knife and starting on the ankles. He finally really looked at his boss and was more concerned about Antonio then finding the girl so that they could question her. Antonio looked...well, the best word to describe it would be heartbroken, like he had just lost something more valuable to him than then Jewels of Isabella.

"Did they say anything?" Antonio tried to keep the desperation out of his voice, but he wasn't doing well at it. They couldn't have vanished. Had to have left a clue somehow, somewhere.

Antonio's tone concerned Marco more than anything. He wasn't worried that his only link to getting back the Jewels was gone. He was worried about the girl herself. Antonio was soaking wet and looked rather disheveled. What had he done? More importantly, how had she managed to get to him? "They called her a few unflattering names and mentioned that their boss was going to be pleased that this was finally over," Marco answered, keeping his other ruminations to himself. Others would be more interested in those later.

"Southwood," Antonio muttered. What if that contractor knew that he had found Jaqui / Janna and decided to remove her before she could tell him whom she had worked for. Her cousins would know, he thought. They might know how to get to this Southwood character. It was a starting point at the very least.

Antonio focused back on Marco. "I think the person that took her might have been the last person they worked for," he said. He looked around for a second. "Her, ah, bodyguards, are in fact her cousins. There must be something around here that will say where they are and how to contact them."

He rose, almost unconsciously pulling off his wet coat. Marco got to his feet as well, the muscles stiff and sore from being tied up in a cramped space for so long. "Perhaps we should leave it as it is," Marco suggested. "She is obviously going to get what she deserves from them. The necklace will most assuredly come to the black market and can be retrieved there."

Marco was not prepared for the sheer ferocity of the look Antonio shot him. "Do not make me remember that had you not disobeyed me, she would not have been out like that and given those people time to get in here and take her by surprise." Marco couldn't respond. He had seen Antonio angry plenty of times, but this was far more than just being angry at being thwarted. Antonio paused for a moment, satisfied that Marco was remembering who was the master and who was the servant around here. "We are going to search this place carefully until we find out where her cousins are and how to contact them. And nothing is going to be removed from here. You do not want to try me on this Marco. Trust me on that."

With that threat made clear, he turned and found the first of the bedrooms and began looking around while Marco began looking through the common areas of the house. It was obviously a male's room from the clothing in the closet and drawers, but there wasn't much of use in there. What was interesting was that he seemed to have an interest in history and one large wall was covered in a painting of a replica of a world map from about the 1700's or so. Antonio looked in the corner and sure enough, there was an elegantly twisting JJC signing the painting. He deliberately took his time going through the room, not wanting haste to make him look over the smallest detail. One of these rooms had to have some kind of address book or something to state where the cousins were. A flight itinerary. Something. Anything.

The two other rooms were much more feminine, but one seemed to scream Janna's personality so much more than the other. Antonio decided to look at the other room first and only go into Janna's personal area if he had to. It wasn't that he was afraid to invade her space, but that he didn't think he could bear to see so much of what she held intimate to her and not be able to keep enough self-control to stay focused. He had led Southwood to her and put her in this danger. He was sure of that. He had to find her. There wasn't time to analyze why he was feeling like that, but the urgency was still there.

The other girl's room was more disorganized and cluttered. He would have sworn the person who lived there was probably rather flighty and careless except that there seemed to be some order among the chaos. Whoever lived there could find anything at any time but a stranger was going to be in serious trouble. Finding an address book was going to be next to impossible in here. Well, he was going to have to be more determined than whoever she was. Besides, he knew all too well how organized and well planned these cousins were. Nobody could break into his home that was the slightest bit careless.

A dresser with a large mirror sat against one wall. The mirror was lined with pictures and Antonio took a moment to study them, wondering who was who in them. One caught his attention immediately. It was Janna with an older woman that had to be her mother. They both had that same dark hair and eyes and most of all, that impish little smile that said nobody could stop them. Janna was wearing a cap and gown and holding what appeared to be a diploma. Antonio took it down and looked at the back. Janna and Max. He blinked. Names. She had written names on the backs of the pictures.

He looked at a few others. Zane and Syl. Tyler and Me - Street-racing RULES! He paused at that one and studied the girl in the picture, realizing that she was the person that must live here. One of the cousins. He looked at the other pictures and found one right away. It was a studio portrait of a rather attractive family. A young man and woman flanked a couple that appeared to be in their early forties with two teenagers in front. The two teens were so obviously twins it was scary. Antonio flipped the picture over. Daniel - 23 Heather - 19 Me & Cameron - 17 Mom & Dad -?? Odd. Informative, but rather odd with the parents' ages not there. Perhaps they followed the rule that his mother enforced. It was polite to remember a lady's birthday but never her age.

He went to put the picture back where he found it, but it slipped off of the tape and fluttered to the top of the dresser. Antonio picked it back up but the envelope under it caught his attention. 'Heather's new address' was chicken scratched onto it. The handwriting was similar to the one on the back of the pictures, but more like it was written in a hurry. It wasn't the address that made him snatch up the envelope and try to decipher the scratchings that would make a doctor proud. It was the phone number underneath.