I noticed when Detective Wiley slipped out to take a phone call and didn’t return. If she left me here with this idiot, I know she must think that she’s found something important. However, I’m not worried; they’ll never find anything.
“Don’t worry about my partner, Dalonzo. So, earlier you said that Matthew Besser was an employee of the Dalonzoorganization… I mean corporation.” The bastard has the nerve to smirk.
Instead of getting mad like he expects, I smirk back at him. “Yes, he was a manager in ourorganization… I mean corporation. He was a valued employee, like all of our employees.”
“You said was, why not is? Do you know he’s dead?” Robbins smirks.
“Dead? No,” I answer shaking my head. “I know he’s missing. As a matter of fact, I was the one who called his wife, Carla, when he didn’t show up to work. I encouraged her to file a missing person’s report.”
The detective’s chubby face turns red, and his smirk morphs into a frown. I already know they didn’t check their records. I knew Carla Besser didn’t want to file the report, she was glad that the asshole was gone. However, I convinced her that it was the right thing to do. Of course, I have text messages to prove what I’m saying.
I’m thorough in my kills. Even though grabbing Matthew that night wasn’t planned, everything else I did was. I stalked him for months, and I knew everything about him. There isn’t a body to find, and my alibi is rock solid. Especially because Niromade a video that made it seem like Matthew was in the club and alive two days after I killed him.
“Carla? That’s not the name…” Detective Robbins flips through a file.
The detective’s face screws up even more as his eyes rapidly run over the paper in front of him. I can tell when he finds the information he’s looking for because he blinks rapidly, then shakes his head in what seems like disbelief. He abruptly stands from the table, snatching the folder up before stomping to the door.
“Hey, so did you find Matthew or what?” I holler after him.
The bastard doesn’t answer me as he slams the door behind him. I don’t know what he read in that file that has his panties in a bunch, but I have a feeling that it just changed the trajectory of their case. I sit back and wait, wondering how Mindy took the news that I wouldn’t be home last night.
I hope Paolo convinced her to relax and not worry. I’ll find out soon enough because I know I won’t be here much longer. My team has had plenty of time to cash in the favors to get me out of here. I’m sure they held an arraignment in the judge’s chambers without the detectives even knowing.
Soon enough, the door bangs open. I stare at the detective with a raised eyebrow. I smirk when I notice my lawyers standing behind him. The man’s face is still incredibly red, and he looks two seconds away from having a heart attack. The man is in dire need of a health check. I’d give him a year before he collapses.
“You’re free to go,” the detective begrudgingly states. “Don’t leave town.”
I rise from the uncomfortable metal chair. I grab my jacket from the back and place it over my arm. Before I leave, I turn to look at the detective, giving him a deadly stare.
“This is my town, there’s no need for me to leave it.”
The detective narrows his beady eyes even further, but I know he won’t try me. I was nice this time I was hauled in here, and I know for sure it won’t be a next time, or the detective won’t have to wait on a heart attack to kill him.
My lawyers don’t say anything to me, they know we will debrief later. We shake hands, and they follow me to the front of the station, where Paolo is waiting. He looks as out of place as I do, sitting in the small waiting room wearing a crisp Bespoke suit.
“How’d Mindy take the news of me not coming home?”
Paolo shrugs without answering my question. I narrow my eyes at my cousin because this is not the time for him not to be his usual talkative self. I wait until we are completely out of the station and inside Paolo’s car before I turn to him.
“What happened?”
“Cugino, non arrabbiarti,” Paolo grimaces.
I take a deep breath because if he’s telling me not to get mad, then I know he’s about to piss me off. I’m overstimulated and exhausted from sitting in a police station all night, and the last thing I need is for my cousin to tell me some bad news. I crack my neck from side to side.
“Explain.”
“I dropped Mindy off at her cousin’s place,” Paolo says, but holds up his hands to stop me from interrupting, “Jules is outside. She insisted on going home when I wouldn’t let her come to the station.”
“She knows I was in jail?” I ask, trying to find patience for my idiot cousin.
“I had to tell her. She thought you were with another woman and started packing her stuff. You know I’m not good with women’s emotions.”
I don’t reply because, although Paolo’s reasons are valid, I’m still pissed that he let my woman leave when I told himspecifically not to. Even though he pushes my buttons on purpose, I know he did what he could to keep Mindy from freaking out. Paolo might be an ass at times, but he knows how badly I can react to things.
“Fine, take me to Karlie’s house.”
“You sure you don’t want to shower first?” Paolo asks, smirking.
