I had to be insane.
Vinnie slowly stood to his feet. His white shirt was covered in blood so red it was like a beacon. His hands were just as bad. He was literally wearing proof that hooking Vinnie up with Gino was a bad idea.
“Let’s get you through this and we’ll talk.”
Vinnie gave me a look so cold, I felt a shiver run up my spine. “It might be the last thing I do in my world, but I will find who did this and I will make them pay.”
Yet another reason not to introduce Vinnie to Gino.
“Vinnie, you can’t say stuff like that to an officer of the law.”
“Oh, I’m not going to kill them. That is far too easy. Living the rest of their lives locked in a six by six cell is much more fitting.”
ThatI could work with.
“So, the big question here is how do we find out who wants you dead?”
Vinnie’s grimace was pure evil. “We invite them to an art show.”
Chapter Twelve
Lany
I groaned when my phone rang. Considering it was already nine o’clock at night, I was pretty sure it was Sal telling me he had to work late. I hated those phone calls. They didn’t come often, but I always dreaded when they did.
It wasn’t so much that Sal had to work late, although I hated that. It was that I knew if he called because he had to work late, then that usually meant he was headed out on some sort of call. More times than not, I spent the rest of the evening pacing the floor, waiting for the even worse call.
Being married to a police officer was one of the hardest jobs in the world. Being married to a SWAT officer shot that off the charts. The police were called in when someone needed saving. SWAT was called in when the police needed saving.
“Hello?”
“Hey,caro.”
“Hey.”
God, here it comes.
“I’m going to be a little late.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured.”
I bit my lip when Sal didn’t immediately reply. That might have been a little snippy, but I had had high hopes for the end of our evening. It sucked that I wasn’t going to be able to spend it with Sal.
“Look, Lany,” Sal said after a moment, “there was an incident when I went to see Vinnie.”
I swallowed hard when I felt as if my throat was going to close up. “Are you okay?”
“I am, but Vinnie’s bodyguard was killed trying to protect him.”
Uh…
“Did you shoot him?”
It was an honest question.
“Her, and no.”
“Her?” Oh no. “Was it Isabella?”
