He scoured the room; first turning over sheets of music that were already lying scattered about, covering the desk and chairs, then turning over the desk and chairs themselves; searching frantically.
Where could it have gone? He had to find it!
Running from room to room, Theo upturned every piece of bedding, furniture, and any other material big enough to hide it. In a few short moments the entire house was in a state of upheaval and he sat on the floor of the living room in a sea of papers, the morning sun shining through the windows that overlooked the sea.
His head in his hands, he rocked back and forth, racking his brains as to where he could have placed it. It had been right there on the desk in the study where he had always put it at night. He knew it.
Without realizing it, tears had begun to roll down his cheeks. He had never misplaced it before, not since the day it was given to him.
Theo's thoughts went back to that day, when he was just a boy, no older than 5 or 6, and his father had brought it home.
It's magic, his father had said as he brought it out from behind his back and held it out to Theo; a reddish, brown violin, with a bow small enough for his young hands.
The instrument did not look magical, or anything but ordinary, but even still, Theo hesitated to touch it. His father smiled and said it was okay; that it was his.
Theo remembered how light it felt, even when he was young. It weighed next to nothing, yet it was not fragile, but sturdily built. Even so, he took it gently in his left with the bow in his right.
When you play upon this violin, his father had told him in a hushed voice, you will be the greatest violinist in the world.
He looked up at his father as he said this and his smiling eyes were telling the truth.
With excited anticipation, Theo put the violin to his chin and the bow to the strings and began to play.
His father had been right.
The music he was able to play upon that violin was extraordinary, even in his youth; the masters of the instrument could not keep up. And his skills only increased as he became older.
Packed concert halls, and world-wide fame filled hi life, all because of the magic of his violin.
And when his father passed away, the notes he played at the funeral seemed to make the skies themselves open up and weep.
The violin called to him to play and he was happy to oblige it. No other musician was his equal when he played upon it.
Now, it was missing.
He was to unveil his newest suite to the world the evening and the violin was no where to be found.
Turning the expansive mansion on the hill upside down had yielded nothing.
Theo now sat in the study, where he knew he had left it and a breeze from the open window caught his attention. He had not left that open. The sheer white curtain fluttered in the soft, sea breeze as he approached the large window, its glass pane swung out wide on its hinges.
Had someone, somehow, gotten passed the elaborate alarm system and stolen his violin away?
Under the window frame on the floor Theo noticed a single sheet of music laying face up. He bent down to pick it up and rested his hand upon the sill. The alarm that should have gone off when the intruder had first entered started to sound as the weight of his hand activated the pressure sensor.
The blaring alarm seemed a distant buzzing in his ears as he looked upon the sheet of blank music in his hand. Blank, except for a single signed letter: G.
Theo crumpled the paper into an angry fist.
He shook with rage; He had snuck into Theo's home and taken his most prized possession; the one person who suspected the violin's true power, his longest and most bitter rival. Theo cursed his name under his breath as he stood in the open window that looked out over the hillside which lead to the rolling waves of the sea below, and vowed to hunt him down and get back what had been stolen.
He vowed to make him pay; Giorgio.