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“Misguided,” she corrected. “When you know better, you do better.”
“You’re a philosopher now?”
“It’s a quote from Maya Angelou. The question is, what are you going to do about it?”
“It might be too late,” I admitted. “He stopped sending me flowers, and he stopped calling. I think he’s forgotten me.” It hurt to say that last sentence. “He’s probably moved on.” Self-loathing forced me to add that.
“That’s a quitter talking, and you’re not a quitter, Alexa Borelli. You should probably remind him of that. Now what do you think about dessert?”
CHAPTER48
Alexa
The TV wason behind the counter when I walked into the deli. It was tuned to the depressing local news.
“Good to see you’re ready to join the living,” Rachel quipped from the register. “Has he called?”
I shook my head, not wanting to say anything in the deli. I’d told her I was done wallowing, and even admitted I’d been at least half wrong in leaving Evan.
Uncle Luca waved while building a sandwich for a customer.
I waited until he finished. “Can we at least change it to sports or something?” I knew news hadn’t been Rachel’s choice.
“When it’s over. It’s important to know what’s happening in the city.”
I shrugged. It was a battle I’d attempted before, and been no more successful than today.
“You’re a woman. You should be interested in what’s coming up. The DA is going to talk about how he’s doing to deal with the rise in date-drugging cases.
I understood he meant date rape, but couldn’t stomach the words. “I’m careful.”
Rachel scowled at me. “So you think it’s the victim’s fault?”
“Of course not. I say we hang ’em all.” I meantby the ballsbut didn’t utter the words. That thought sent me right back to remembering Evan’s threat to Xavier the weekend concierge.
Chelsea had been right. I needed to help my man, buthowwas the question? Once my mind started on Evan, I couldn’t stop feeling bad that I hadn’t a clue how to help him deal with Martin or the elder Graff. If the fuckers were attacking him, they were attacking us.
“Here it is,” my uncle said as he turned the volume up.
I watched as a short, balding guy took the podium and became taller—probably standing on a box. The text at the bottom of the screen said he was District Attorney Archibald Cotts.
He droned on about some statistics and how he would leave no stone unturned to make the city safer, blah, blah, blah. He talked about how the problem had been severe for some time now.
If so, then why didn’t you do anything earlier? I thought.
“Just like you, I have daughters,” Cotts said. Two girls stepped forward.
I squinted at the picture. “Freeze it.” When Rachel didn’t move fast enough, I repeated it. “Hit pause.”
She gave me a look, but she did it. “Why?”
I moved closer to the screen, and then I was sure. “I’ve got to go,” I said as I rushed for the door.
* * *
When I’d checkedwith him, Albert had assured me Evan wasn’t home.
Xavier was behind the concierge desk when I walked into the lobby. He didn’t make a move to stop me.
