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I nodded. “Did you not notice your vehicle missing?”
His face twitched but he seemed more confused than scared. “No, I mean, my SUV?”
My eyes flicked to Vincenzo, who stood directly behind Arnold, his head cocked.
“Yes, Arnold. Your SUV. Can I ask you if it was stolen or?—”
“No, I mean, I don’t own an SUV. I don’t own any vehicles. I can’t drive. I used to many years ago, but as I got older I couldn’t see in the dark anymore. I get transportation through the community program, and Richie is here every weekend to help me run errands.”
“The SUV found was registered to you. Did the police not come talk to you?”
He shook his head. “I just got home this morning. I was away visiting my sister in Wyoming. No one has reached out to me. I’m sorry, Mr. Brennan, I’m very confused.”
I sat back on the couch and worried my lip. “Appears we both are, Arnold.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Vincenzo
Fred wanted to go find Richie and get to the bottom of things, but leaving Arnold alone wasn’t a great idea. He’d absolutely tip off his grandson if he thought we were going to hurt him.
I met Fred’s stare, hoping he’d understand what I was thinking…then quickly realized how stupid that was because he wouldn’t know what I was asking and instead gestured toward Arnold, quietly asking if I could speak. Of course I didn’t need permission, but Fred was like a feral cat—no reason to piss him off and risk a bite.
When he nodded, I stepped in front of the older man. “Arnold, could you please call your grandson and have him come here?”
“Are you gonna hurt him?”
“That is an answer I cannot give you. The fact that Fred here was almost killed and two of his family were, and the getaway vehicle was registered to you, who had no idea about that, raises more questions. We feel your grandson could shed some light on these.”
“So you just want to ask him questions?”
“For now, yes.”
“Richie’s a good boy,” Arnold pleaded.
“I’m sure he is, but we need answers.”
He didn’t have a choice here; we were simply trying to present ourselves as peaceful. But if he didn’t make the call in the next twenty seconds, he’d soon find out how much we were holding back.
Fortunately, a moment later he started dialing.
“Hey, Richie. Yeah, I’m fine. Are you busy, could you stop by the house?” There was a pause, Arnold’s gaze kept flicking around the room. “I’m okay, but I think it’s best you get over here.”
We should have demanded him to put it on Speaker, but Arnold wasn’t saying anything too ominous. Just enough for Richie to come over.
“I’ll see you in a bit.” He disconnected the call and released a long breath. “He’ll be here in a bit. He lives about fifteen minutes from here.”
“He won’t bolt when he sees my cars and the people, will he?” Fred asked.
Arnold shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Fred pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. “If he runs, Arnold, that would be a very bad thing.”
Arnold didn’t say anything. He sat there clutching his phone, the sweat beading on his forehead making his dark skin glisten.
Through the window, I could see my people walking the yard. It was a quiet area and no doubt drew some attention from neighbors. I garnered many were at work so hopefully there weren’t any authorities called, but I wasn’t worried either way.
True to his word, Arnold’s grandson arrived almost exactly fifteen minutes later…but he wasn’t alone. Three other men stepped out of the car with him.
