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She nodded. “Any word on the senator?”
“Last report I saw was that he is alive but in critical condition,” I told her. “Can I get you a drink?” I asked, waving at the bar. “Or coffee?”
“Ugh,” she said, nose wrinkling.
“I didn’t think I’d ever see you wrinkle your nose at coffee.”
“It was a long day even before the shooting,” she admitted. “There was a lot of coffee.”
“Food then?” I asked, figuring she wouldn’t have had time to eat if she was that busy.
“Okay,” she agreed.
“Pizza?” I asked.
“You make pizza?” she asked.
“Yes,” I admitted. “But I was going to order in to make life easier.”
“In that case, can we get garlic knots too?” she asked.
“Anything you want,” I said, taking a minute to order the pizza as Elizabeth fed Kevin.
“I got it,” she said when I hung up.
“Got what?” I asked.
To that, she pulled out her phone, clicked around, then set it on the island.
Within a second, her voice came through the phone’s speakers. And then the senator’s voice as well.
Admitting to colluding with the Bratva.
Thanks to her gentle nudging, he did so in explicit detail, making it impossible to misunderstand his meaning.
“Wow,” I said, giving her a smile. “You did it.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, sucking in a deep breath. “But… maybe all for nothing,” she said. “What if he doesn’t make it?” she asked. “It’s all my fault.”
“Your fault? Baby, he is the whole reason these fuckers have been trying to kill you. That had nothing to do with you.”
“Yeah,” she agreed. “But that bullet was meant for me,” she said. “What if the shooter says that? Will I be in trouble?”
“In trouble for what? Why would you assume a shooter was aiming at you?” I asked.
“But…”
“He’s not going to talk. Trust me,” I said. “The Bratva takes their code of silence just as seriously as the mafia does. He talks, he’s dead. He keeps quiet, he’ll get a good lawyer who will get him a good deal. He’ll do a few years. Then get out and be rewarded.”
“Have people in your family gone to jail?”
“Of course,” I admitted. “Rico’s cousin is actually getting out soon.”
“Can I ask for what?”
“Manslaughter,” I told her.
Something flashed in her eyes then. Like this was the first time she was really processing what I did for a living, what we were capable of. Which was similar, but not the same, as the shit the Bratva did at times.
