I nodded. “I’ll mention it.”
“So, what’s the deal with the widow?” Cosimo asked. “Can we trust her?”
“Trust me, if there is anyone on Earth who isn’t going to defend Matt right now, it’s her.”
“We’re just supposed to take your word for that?” Renzo asked.
“Blair’s been trying to get pregnant since they married. Wanted kids really bad. It never happened. She was devastated, thinking she couldn’t have them. Matt got snipped years ago.”
“Wow,” Emilio said, shaking his head.
“That’s just the tip of the iceberg with the shit he’s put her through. Trust me, she has no loyalty to him.”
“But the money…” Renzo suggested.
“Blair is wealthy in her own right.”
“Not that wealthy.”
“No,” I agreed. “But she’s also been targeted now. Three times.”
“What?” Lorenzo asked, stiffening.
“I wasn’t sure it was all connected until now. She was chased through the North Woods when she took a run. Then her apartment was broken into once before. And then the time with the safe recently.”
“But if she was in control of the documents—” Renzo started.
He was the ruthless boss of the Lombardi family. And sometimes, it was clear how he got that position.
“She wouldn’t have shown them to me,” I said.
No one could argue with that.
“I think we should all take a few minutes to read through as much of this as we can,” Lorenzo said. “Obviously, none of this leaves this house. And I want to know if anything is wrong, if there’s anything he never could have found out just by watching you…”
“You think he could have bugged us? Hacked us?” Miko asked.
“I’m not taking any chances.”
With that, he started in on his pile. So the rest of us followed suit.
We were still reading when I heard footsteps near the doorway.
Turning, I saw Blair standing there with a tray loaded with disposable coffee cups.
I was about to say something, but Zeno clocked her then, jumping up to take the tray from her. “It won’t be as good as your banana bread coffee, but how did you know I needed this?”
“Thanks, Blair,” Lorenzo said, giving her a smile before heading back into his paperwork.
I got up, following Blair back into the kitchen, where Goya was curled up near the back door.
“You okay?” I asked, making her jump and hiss. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I’m just jumpy.”
“Understandably. I know that was intense.”
“They were actually a lot nicer than I prepared myself for.”
