“Okay, okay, enough you two. We can all have some lunch together. Besides, there’s something important we need to discuss,” I say.
Massi raises a brow at me.
“What you overheard yesterday at Ignazio’s house,” I remind him.
“Overheard?” Gui asks with a lift in his brow as he takes another panelle off my plate.
“Uh, yeah,” Massi says, then clears his throat. “I don’t really know much. I just… I heard Mom and Dad talking in one of the rooms. They were saying there’s something they’ve been hiding from me.”
Gui’s brow furrows. “Hiding something from you?” His voice grows concerned.
“Yeah. I have no idea what, but they said they’ve been hiding it for quite some fucking time now.”
“What do you think it could be?” he asks.
“Your guess is as good as mine,” Massi says with a shrug. “But whatever it is must be serious. I could hear it in Mom’s voice. Whatever it is had her distraught. Dad had to snap herinto place.” He shakes his head. “I’ve never heard him speak to her like that. Usually, they’re so lovey-dovey and shit. This time when he spoke to her, it was like it was an order.”
The guys are silent for a moment, so I say, “Think, Massi. Has there ever been anything in your life that maybe you and your parents didn’t agree on? Have they ever mentionedanythingabout Sicily that you think this thing they’re hiding could pertain to?”
“No, not at all. I’ve never gone against anything they’ve said.”
Gui nods. “It’s true. Massi here is the golden child. This really makes no fucking sense. If our parents are going to hide shit, it’s going to be from me and Gio. Massi is the one who knowseverything.”
“Yeah,” Massi sighs out. “I really don’t fucking know, but I need to find out while we’re here.”
“You gonna confront Dad?” Gui asks
“I don’t know. He was pretty fucking adamant to Mom about me never finding out. I need to… I need to catch them talking about it again.”
“What if you bugged them?” I suggest.
They snap their gazes to me.
“Bug them?” Massi says.
I shrug. “Yeah, I mean, I know that’s not a guarantee you’ll figure out what’s going on, but it’ll at least increase your chances.”
“We can get Cassius to hack into their phones and gain access to their microphones,” Gui says to Massi.
“Yeah, we can do that, but what are the chances they’ll talk about it again? They’re going to be extra fucking cautious now.”
“What if you confront them like Gui said?”
The guys snap their gazes to me again.
“Hear me out. If you bring it up to them, they’re most likely going to speak about it the next time they’re alone.”
“Ahhh, she has a point,” Gui says with a nod, pointing at me. “I like this idea.”
A smile tugs at the corner of Massi’s mouth. “Yeah, I like this idea too. Let me make a call real quick.”
Massi pulls out his phone and dials a number, then brings it up to his ear. After a few silent moments, he says, “Hey, Cassius, I need a favor.”
He’s quiet as he listens, then says, “I need you to gain me access to the microphones on two cellphones.”
There’s another pause, then he’s speaking again.
“Yeah, here’s the thing, I need it donetonight. I’ll pay extra for the inconvenience.”
