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“There hasn’t,” Matteo snapped. “Kenji Ito, please turn around and put your hands behind your back. I’m placing you under arrest…”
It was as if my hearing was turned off and I was standing outside of my body watching everything happen. The world had slowed down and I didn’t come back to my senses until Kenji was cuffed and being led away by Matteo and at least a dozen other FBI agents.
Patricia Ito looked distraught as both she and her husband began to talk in their first language, and I could only catch a few phrases like lawyer and money.
The two of them left followed by their bodyguards and I became a mere after thought. I soon followed behind them and headed to my car because I had no idea what in the actual fuck had just happened.
Once I was in my car, I dialed up Nora who surprisingly was still at work.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“About to leave for the day,” she replied.
“Kenji just got arrested,” I told her.
“Cassie’s brother? I thought the two of you weren’t a thing…”
I sighed. “We’re not…I mean he wants more. I don’t and I wound up coming to this stupid ass party and I just want to go home.”
“I’m coming by,” she said suddenly.
“What?”
“Yep, you heard me. I’m going to bring ice cream. Vanilla for you, of course.”
“That actually sounds good,” I mused.
“Great, it’s settled. Give me about an hour to finish up some items. Sebastian has me running some analytics on a new program.”
“Love you,” I told her before hanging up.
Reversing out of the crowded parking spaces of the Ito’s residence, I headed towards my apartment. A million thoughts raced through my mind about what had just happened. Matteo hadn’t even given me a second glance. His focus had been solely on Kenji.
How long had the FBI been watching him?
Had they been watching me as well?
Was any of this connected to Cassie’s death?
As I pulled into my parking spot, I got out feeling kind of paranoid. It wasn’t until I was safely in my house that I let out the breath I’d been holding.
Changing into some sweats and a tank top, I picked up my cell phone and saw that I had a message from Brie Deluca.
Hair emergency,the text read.
That made me grin because I hadn’t done her hair in a while. Unfortunately for both of us, Brie loved playing in boxed hair die.
What’s wrong?I replied.
I have an interview at Windsor Academy,she replied.
Oh yes, babe, I can get your kitchen all the way together. When’s the interview?
She sent back the praying hand emojis.It’s scheduled for Thursday morning at 10 a.m.
I shot her a text back quickly.I have openings on Wednesday, can you be there early, say 9?
OMG! Yes, I’ll be there,Brie’s text appeared like lightening, and it was telling of her desperation.
