She chuckled, her eyes lighting. “You know, that’s true. That does happen to you. What’s your question?”
I described the three Cupids, spending extra time on the tall one. “There’s something sexy about him,” I said.
“You do like danger.”
I blinked. Was that true? Aiden seemed dangerous but wasn’t. Probably. “Not to me. I meant more like…he thinks he’s sexy.”
“How interesting,” she said.
“Why would somebody be dressing up like Cupid, robbing places, and then giving two-thirds of the bounty away? What kind of psychological makeup would that person have?”
She sat back, her eyebrows rising. “That’s an interesting question. Well, it’s obvious he sees himself as some sort of modern-day Robin Hood. He takes from the rich and gives to the poor. He likes that about himself. He likes the attention of the form-fitting dark clothes, and he knows he’s hot. Even the mask you described sounds beautiful and handsome, as well as the golden hair. He could wear any old wig, but he likes to look striking. Obviously, I’ve never met the person, but I would go with narcissistic personality disorder.”
I couldn’t quite pin down why they kept robbing places and giving the money away. “When he gives the money away, everybody knows where it’s from. So, it usually goes back to the original owners.”
“Yeah,” she said, leaning forward, “but that’s not the point. The point is he sacrifices the money. He doesn’t really care what happens to it next.”
“This is all a huge ego trip for him?”
“Part of it is,” she said. “Obviously, again, I don’t know him, so can’t say for sure. But he might be a little unhinged. He did shoot Basanelli with an arrow. He’s dangerous, Anna. If anything messes with this charade or the identity he has in his head, he’ll strike out like he did with Nick. You need to be careful. Let the police handle it.”
No way did I want to mess with the guy. He was more than a foot taller than me, muscular, and appeared strong. “I will. I promise. I was just curious.”
“Anything else?” she asked.
I stood, needing a latte. “No, but I appreciate the time.”
“Wait a minute. What about Basanelli and Tessa? Isn’t there supposed to be a proposal soon?”
I blinked. “How did you know?”
“I talked to Nana O’Shea at the grocery store. It wasn’t in a session or anything, so it’s not privileged.”
“She needs to stop telling people. It hasn’t happened yet.” We had to keep it a secret from Tess.
Wanda held up a hand. “I promise I won’t say a word.”
“Thanks,” I said, chuckling. “Anyway, have a good day. Oh, and I’m hoping Violet gets to see you soon. She needs to see somebody out of the family for a while, but...”
“Oh, yes. Your Aunt Yara called me. I’ll see Violet whenever she wants.”
“Thank you.” I moved slowly out of the office and down the hallway, exiting into a pretty, sunny day.
The snow had stopped falling, and the clouds had finally parted, letting the world light up a little. Another storm would be arriving soon, so I enjoyed the sun while I could as I limped the couple of blocks to Smiley’s Diner and walked inside to order the lattes and food.
My gaze caught on the Wilson brothers having breakfast in a far booth. I ordered and looked around but didn’t see my sister. She might be working at her other restaurant over the hill today.
Taking a chance, I walked back and smiled at the brothers. “Hi there. I’m Anna Albertini.”
“Albertini?” Wayne asked. His blue golf shirt and tan slacks made him look just like an architect. “From the valley?”
“Yes.”
Spencer slid over, dressed down a bit today in slick black slacks and a pink button-down shirt sans tie. His red hair gleamed beneath the diner lights. “Would you like to sit?”
“Thanks, I would.” I sat instantly, relieving my aching knee. “Before I say anything else, I should probably tell you that I’m representing Nick Basanelli.”
“You’re a lawyer?” Wayne asked, looking me over.
