“Then you must not have satisfied him. If you had been more of a woman, he wouldn’t have needed to go looking for female companionship.”
Could she distract him with the truth? “Angelo didn’t want female companionship. He liked men.”
“Don’t say that,” Victor screamed and turned away for a second. Her phone was on the floor by the kitchen door so she lunged for it. Right as she grabbed it, Victor stepped on her hand and pulled her hair again. He held a small gun pointed right at her.
“I don’t think so, my dear. We don’t need someone coming in on their trusty steed to rescue you. You need to pay for your sins. Maligning my son and cheating on him.”
Victor pocketed the phone then tugged on Callie’s arms. She found herself on the couch, the curtain ties being fastened around her wrists. Victor remained close.
“I’m wondering what to do with you. First, I must ask if you gave the data you stole from my computer to anyone yet?”
Should she tell him? Or should she make it sound like she hadn’t? Which would buy her more time? Maybe he’d keep her alive longer if he thought he had more time.
“I was planning to give it to Jack tonight. He’s probably on his way now. But I also put one in a safe spot. The authorities will get it either way. If you leave now, you can pack up and get away before they arrest you.”
Victor stared, hard and angry. “I’m not sure I believe you, Callina. All this time, I thought you were such a sweet girl, trustworthy and loyal. Now I find out you planned on stabbing me in the back. After all I did for you and your bastard son.”
He pulled her cell phone out of his pocket and began flipping through her contacts. “Do you have his number on here? Jack, you called him, huh? I don’t see that anywhere. Let me check your text messages. Perhaps I’ll find something there.”
Her heart pounded like a drum as Victor searched through her phone. Jack’s name wasn’t there but it would be easy enough putting two and two together. She hadn’t had time to erase her latest messages.
“Hmm, you have one here about meeting someone in the morning. Aunt Agatha? She lives in Maine, doesn’t she? And if my memory serves me right, she’s quite elderly. I can’t imagine you’d be meeting her at a park nearby. So why don’t we give Aunt Agatha a call and see how she is.”
Victor pressed the buttons on her phone and all she could do was watch.
