“I assume so – butwhy?”
“Because I’ll need a few supplies.”
“YOU’REgoing to interrogate him?” Niccolo asked in disbelief.
“Yes.”
“With supplies from asex shop?”
“If you want information out of him.”
“I fail to see how that’s going to – ”
“Give me five minutes with him, and you’ll get everything you want.”
“And what if you’re wrong?”
“What do you have to lose?” she asked coolly. “Five minutes of Adriano continuing to give him concussions?”
Niccolo regarded her strangely, then glanced at his twin brother again.
“Don’t look atme,”Roberto said. “I’m just the accountant.”
Niccolo sighed, then turned to me. “Take her wherever she wants to go, Giorgio.”
As he turned and walked out of the office, Niccolo muttered to himself, “A fucking sex shop…”
82
Our trip to the sex shop was certainly one of the moreinterestingerrands I’d done for work.
I cleaned up in the warehouse’s bathroom and washed the dried blood off my hands. Then I put on a fresh change of clothes I kept in a duffel bag in the trunk of the Mercedes. I’d been carrying it around ever since I’d had to attend the Don Camerota phone call in a rumpled suit.
While I was changing, Mei-ling found a place on Google Maps about ten minutes from the warehouse –Amore & More.
Cute pun.
We drove a fresh car that didn’t have blood in the back seat. As soon as we pulled up to the shop, I groaned.
The logo was a cartoon of the leaning tower of Pisa – except the base of the tower had a ball sack, and the top looked like the head of a cock.
Wonderful.
I parked the Mercedes and accompanied Mei-ling inside.
The single window in the front of the shop was blacked out. As soon as I opened the door, I saw why.
There were two dozen shelves filled with all sorts of crazy things.
Dildos of various colors, shapes, and sizes…
At least 50 different brands of vibrators…
Fake pussies hidden in flashlights…
Displays of lube – water-based, silicone-based, flavored…
Handcuffs, both metal and ones with fuzzy padding…
