Page 46 of Trina Gabrini: Bring Him Back Home to Me

Everybody in the car was dumbstruck.

“Reno, are you certain Lydia was the one you shot in that SUV?” Trina asked. Then she looked at her in-laws. “Tommy? Sal? Were y’all certain?”

But none of them could say yes. “We saw a woman running from that junkyard shed,” Reno said. “I knew Lydia was holed up in there. I’m the one who put a tracking device on her.”

“Could she have taken it off of her and put it on somebody else?”

“Yes,” said Tommy, answering for Reno since his corporation was the one that manufactured those tracking mechanisms and he had given it to Reno months ago. “If it’s done quickly and when Reno wasn’t looking directly at the movement, it could be done.”

Trina was floored. “Are you saying that this Lydia person put the device on another woman and that woman was the one Reno had been tracking all along? And that woman was the one y’all killed? Is that even possible?”

“It had to be possible,” said Moose. “Unless it happened less than two hours ago when she left my villa.”

“Where did she go?” Sal asked him. Reno was still too floored to ask.

“I have no idea,” Moose responded. “But as soon as I said I was gonna confront Reno, she tried to talk me out of it.”

“Why would she talk you out of it?” Tommy asked.

“Because she wanted me to just go to war with him. She wanted me to fight back. When I wouldn’t do that and told her no way was I going down that road again with any Gabrinis or Sinatras, she cussed me out, called me weak and pathetic, and left. But I was used to her outbursts, so I didn’t pay it any attention.”

“But why would she want you to go to war with Reno?” Trina asked, and that was the question of the hour to Reno. He looked at Moose too.

But Moose had no idea. “I don’t know. But what I do know is that my daughter was not capable of pulling off that explosion at the PaLargio. How did she get through all of what I’m certain was layers and layers of security?”

That was the question to Reno too, and he knew the answer was in who was behind the security breach.

But Moose was still focused on what Reno had done. “How could you let me take out a whole other family for something you did, Reno? How could you do that?”

It was the same question Tommy and Sal asked when Reno told them decades ago. But they knew Reno better than Moose ever did. And they answered their own question. It was his old man in him, was their response. What Reno did to Moose’s sons and what he allowed Moose to do to Moose’s rival mobster, was exactly what Paulo Gabrini would have done. Reno, back then, was still his father’s son.

Reno got out of the limo. Trina, Tommy, and Sal did too.

Reno looked at Robby Yale. “Put Moose and his driver in one of the guest houses out back. I want ten men on his ass until I can confirm what he’s telling me.”

“Yes sir,” Robby said, and got right on it.

Then Reno exhaled as Trina, Tommy, and Sal gathered around him. “We gotta find Lydia,” Trina said.

“But what Moose said makes sense, Reno,” said Sal. “How her ass gonna be able to reach that high? She’s less powerful than he is.”

“She might be,” said Tommy. “But apparently somebody she knows is.”

“And that somebody,” Reno added, “wants my head, and the heads of my whole family, on a platter.”

“But who?” asked Trina.

But Reno had no answer for it. “Find out what’s going on with the security breach investigation,” Reno said to Sal. “When they find out who’s behind it, bring that person to me. That’s where we start,” he said and then he frowned. “You saw that look on Moose’s face when he realized I was the one who took out his sons?”

They all had seen it. He was devastated.

Reno shook his head. “What’s crazy,” he said, “is that I still can’t believe I did it either.”

He stood there a moment longer, glanced at Trina, and then he went back into the house. With Trina right on his tail.

Sal looked at Tommy. “You know this is batshit crazy, right? That bitch not dead? Moose knew nothing about that hit on his family? Reno said he saw her running out of that junkyard shed. What the fuck, Tommy?”

Tommy let out a long exhale himself. He didn’t know what to do either. “We’ve got to find Lydia,” he said just as the gates parted again.