Harry Boy moved past them, coming to speak directly to Stone. “Where’s the warrant, Stone?”
Stone took it out of his pocket and handed it to Harry Boy. His eyes scanned the page, and I didn’t miss the name of the judge that had signed off on it. We had a tremulous relationship. He had put me away for ten years.
Finally, Harry Boy looked at Stone. “Drugs. You have reason to believe my client has drugs stashed in his house.”
“He does,” Stone said.
“Where’s the evidence,” Harry Boy demanded, getting that lawyer look about him. He was a fucking killer in the courtroom.
Stone nodded to another cop, who came over with a baggie of green, showing it to Harry Boy.
“This?” Harry Boy nodded toward it. “My client has a prescription for it. Written by Tito Sala, M.D.”
“We were looking for a bigger shipment of drugs,” Stone said, his voice cool. “Those were not found on the premises, but this was. As soon as we get the prescription, Kelly will be in the clear.” He shook his head, laughing some. “Tito Sala. Why am I not surprised?”
Tito Sala was the doctor who saw to the Faustis personally. His wife was the sister of one of the most notorious leaders Italy had ever seen—Marzio Fausti, Rocco’s grandfather. There was no better doctor than Tito Sala. If he couldn’t save you, you were already dead. My old man had been a friend of his, and he’d come to see me every so often when I was locked up. After I got out of prison, he had dinner with me. He wrote the prescription so I could sleep, suggesting that I get my eyes checked soon, due to the headaches.
I hated going to the doctor as much as I hated listening to people chew. Tito Sala forced his expertise on me, usually.
“My sister, you ass,” Harry Boy said, losing the professionalism he usually employed, and snagging my attention. I’d been staring at Stone, even though my thoughts had drifted.
“Be careful,” Stone said. “I have an extra car ready.”
“Take me,” Harry Boy said, opening his arms. “I’ll tell everyone at the courthouse how she turned you down for Kelly. How you made this personal.”
“Better go bail your sister out.” Stone grinned and then slapped Harry Boy on the shoulder. Harry Boy’s jaw clenched. “I thought she was a woman with a backbone. Turned out she was a chameleon. Her colors change quick, so you better get her before they turn green. Pure evil.”
Stone looked me in the eyes and then was caught off guard by a fist.
That was how I ended up having to bail my wife and my lawyer out of jail.
18
Keely
Being arrested wasn’t a shining moment in my life. I was even called a “moll” by the policewoman who stuck me in a cold cell with the hardest seats I’d ever felt in my life.
Moll.She’d meant Mob Moll—a woman who protected a man in the mob.
I wasn’t protecting Kelly. I was caught off guard. One minute they were banging on the door, and the next, they were storming through it.
Fucking mayhem ensued.
They were pulling shit out, ignoring me when I kept asking them to explain it again. Drugs, drugs, drugs—that was what they kept saying.
“What about them?” I’d demanded, trying to employ that in-control attitude Kelly always had.
That was when I saw him. Scott. He was watching me, a smug grin on his face. Since it was illegal to put my hands on him, I shot him a look and then went back upstairs. I’d been painting CeeCee’s room for her. Purple, because Maureen said that when she colored, she used it the most. I remembered Mari doing the same thing with the color blue and butterflies.
When I reached CeeCee’s room, all of the paint had been knocked over onto the floor. They had been digging through the drawers and closet, flinging things around, and some of her new clothes were in it, saturated and ruined.
I’d lost it. Not on the cop doing the searching, but on Stone when he walked into the room and called my name.
It was his fault. He had purposely gotten the warrant issued and took pleasure in being there while it happened. To provoke Kelly, and to hurt me, like I’d hurt him.
Another cop told me to “tone it down” after I started yelling at him. When I didn’t, they subdued me, but at that point, my head was void of any reasonable thought. Then they handcuffed me and read me my rights.
Resisting arrest.
