Nico nodded, and the two of them didn’t say another word as they left the hospital.
Nico didn’t get a damned thing accomplished at work. All he could think about was the hit put on Autumn earlier.
“Was that you, Luna?” He asked the words to no one in particular.
A woman put a hit on Autumn. Scarlett Taylor wouldn’t put a hit on Autumn if she were trying to frame these murders on her.
Would she?
He shook his head in disgust.
Her own cousin.
Nico had to keep reminding himself Scarlett indeed was not Autumn’s sister. They had looked nothing alike, facial features aside. Nico couldn’t understand why Autumn didn’t see that. He had to tell her. The when and how to go about it were the only issues.
Nico’s phone dinged, announcing a new text message.
Mario: I got some info for you. Call me.
Nico grimaced and dialed Mario. He didn’t want to call him, but he needed to, not just for information on Scarlett Taylor.
He had another favor to ask.
“Well, that was damned fast,fratello mio. I thought it would be a while,” came Mario’s response.
“I haven’t been able to concentrate for shit today.” He turned in his chair and looked down at the view from the twenty-eighth floor.
“Yeah, I heard about that. Damn, your killer getting antsy now?”
“He doesn’t use guns,” Nico said.
“You think Casale hired someone?”
“That was my first thought, but no.”
“Then who could it be?”
Mario’s tone was questioning. There was no subterfuge in the man’s tone. Nico lived with him until he left Boston and went to law school. Nico could tell if the man was lying.
“I don’t know, but I’m going to find out if it kills me.” Nico looked at his watch. Autumn would be on the train by now. “What do you have?”
“This is shit your expensive PI could have checked on, ya know?” Mario cleared his throat. “Anyway, she is here in the city, but she has used no credit cards except for a rental car and plane ticket from Seattle. Why would you use a rental car in this city? There are taxis and shit all over the fuckin’ place.”
Diversion? Or Scarlett was that much of a snob.
“Anything else?” Nico asked.
“I found out some information about her business. Her office in Paris is in foreclosure and her company is changing hands. Someone bought it from her because of some HR issues.”
“Cosa?What?” Did Autumn know about this? Maybe she didn’t. She and Scarlett didn’t talk from what Autumn told him. It had been ten years since she talked to her sister.
“A couple of models were getting sexually harassed by one of the other employees. He would make comments about their face and attacked one of them. Ms. Taylor refused to fire the fucker, and the employees started quitting left and right.”
“So, she sold her company.”
Could this man be the accomplice? The Forget Me Not Killer, the media had dubbed him as.
Nico tapped his lip, “Anything else?”
