My eyes darted to Detective Sparks.
“I'm sure,” Sal continued, “if the detective really wants to get a name, he would be willing to accompany the police commissioner and us to our house where you will feel more comfortable explaining this all to us in great detail.”
“I'm not supposed to talk about the case.”
“I'll have Supervisory Special Agent Crenshaw meet us at the house. I'm sure if he is there, you won't get into any trouble.”
“Wait.” The detective took a step forward. “Who is Supervisory Special Agent Crenshaw?”
Jerry let out a loud snort. “Boy, you just stepped into the world of Lany Delvecchio. If you think learning about a DEA agent is going to be interesting, the rest of the people Junior knows will flip your wig.”
My frown was immediate. “I'm not that bad.”
“Who was the first person you called after getting arrested?”
“Vinnie.” Made sense in my mind. Vinnie would know I was in trouble and get word to the right people or Jerry and Sal wouldn't be here.
“Vinnie?” Detective Sparks asked.
“Vincenzo Castellano, former head of the Castellano Crime Syndicate.”
The detective's mouth hung almost to his chest. “You know the head of the Castellano Crime Syndicate?”
“I feel like that is a trick question,” Lany replied. “I know Vinnie, who used to be the head of the syndicate, but I also know Carlos Gambino, who is the current head of that syndicate. So, the answer to your question would be yes on both counts.”
Detective Sparks stared at Jerry and Sal with outrage. “You are officers of the law. How can you allow this?”
“Hey!” I snapped, feeling curiously insulted.
“Internal Affairs is quite aware of our association with Vinnie and Carlos,” Sal said. “You are welcome to speak with them if you wish.”
“Associating with Vinnie or Carlos is not against the law,” Jerry added, much to my surprise, “and the last time I looked, neither of them have ever been convicted of a crime. So, what exactly are we doing wrong?”
I smirked when the detective's jaw dropped again.
Sal drew in a deep breath. I felt it ruffle the hairs on the back of my neck when he blew out. “Do you want your answers or not?” he asked. “If you do, then come with us to our house. If not, I'm taking my husband home. Me and my kids have not seen him in almost two weeks.”
“Kids?” Detective Sparks glanced at me again almost panic stricken. “He has kids?”
Yeah, I was done.
I darted around Sal and head for the door. “I'm going home.”
“You are still under arrest, Lany,” Detective Sparks shouted out. “You can't leave.”
“That's Mr. Delvecchio to you.” I glanced back, holding up my middle finger. “And watch me.”
“Mr. Delvecchio!”
“I'm already going to be suing that officer and your precinct for assault. I can easily add you to the mix for false arrest and holding me without just cause.”
“Assault?” Sal's shout was louder than anyone.
I raised my shirt so he could see the bruises I could feel forming. “That asshat at the drug house didn't do this. The officer that brought me in did.”
The rage around Sal was like a living, breathing thing. “You were assaulted by a police officer?”
“Oh, he reported that I resisted arrest and tripped or some shit like that, but I'd like to know how I resisted arrest when I was already sitting in the back of his squad car in Sam's handcuffs.”
