Wolf grunted, removing a paperclip from his pocket and messed with the drawer. The top one popped open.
“Eccellente.” I praised him in Italian. “Now do the others.”
Once they were all open, I rifled through each one and came up empty handed. “Nothing. Not a goddamn bit of information.”
“Do you want me to have Grizzly run a search?” my brother-in-law asked. My organization had gotten in good with the Knight’s Legion MC in Minnesota. That club had made millions working with me. Utilizing Grizzly, the club’s computer genius, was a perk I had full access to.
“I only know her name is Cara. She was behind my mother’s murder.”
Wolf growled low in his throat. “What about Alessio’s suite?”
“Yes, let’s check it out.”
“What are you two up to?” Rosa’s voice came from behind us.
I turned around and smiled. “Sister, I didn’t know you were home.” I cut my gaze at Wolf, who should have warned me Rosa was here.
“I was just getting ready to return to the hospital and needed my husband to go with me.”
“Sì, that’s understandable.” I backed away from Wolf. “You can go.”
“What are you looking for in Papà’s study?” She put her hands on her hips, which made her round belly protrude. She literally glowed while she was pregnant.
“The name of a woman,” Wolf replied.
I shushed him. “It’s fine. You guys go see Padre.”
“What’s the woman’s name? Maybe I know.”
“I doubt that.” I scoffed. Why would she know?
“Cara,” Wolf said.
I shot a stern look at him.
“Cara Clemente,” Rosa said.
What the hell? “I don’t know if that’s her last name. What do you know about her?”
“She died about ten years ago.”
“Then it can’t be her.” I was sure the Cara I was looking for was still alive. “But just in case it is the same person, what else do you know about her?”
“Well, I caught Padre drunk one night when I was thirteen. He had a newspaper clipping showing the obituary of a woman named Cara Clemente. He was crying so I asked what was wrong. He apologized and said he should have acted sooner. That maybe my mother would have lived. I never knew what he meant, but figured it was the booze talking.”
“It must be the same woman. Cara Clemente. Dammit. She’s already dead.” Cazzo! I wanted to be the person to end her life.
“Don’t sound so bummed about it.” Rosa made a tsk-tsk sound. “I mean, she didn’t look like an awful person.”
“Well, she was.”
“Enough, Ciro.” Wolf glared at me. “Let’s go, love.”
“What do you know about her?” Rosa asked. Beside her, Wolf growled.
“She wanted to hurt Padre because he rejected her when he married my mother.” Of course, I wasn’t sure that was what went down, but piecing it all together, I was confident she was a scorned woman. And possibly mentally unstable.
“Oh.” Rosa’s face fell.
