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After lunch, Lucas joined me to wait for Terry’s call. Jordy was still searching for Spinelli without any luck. He’d disappeared after the attempted abduction, along with his oversized muscle.
Lucas and I had agreed that Leo’s death was our best open lead.
When one o’clock rolled around, I was getting itchy to know what Terry had found. “Should we call him?” I asked.
Lucas was laid out on the couch I’d ordered with his eyes closed. “Nope. Voltaire once said,‘Perfection is attained by slow degrees; it requires the hand of time.’”
“Translation?”
“If we rush him, he might do an adequate job. I’d rather have him check everything and make it a perfect job.”
It was after four when he finally called.
I picked up my pen and answered. “Talk to me, Terry. What do we know?”
“It’s not definitive, but it is fishy.”
“What is?” He wasn’t going to make this easy.
“Guess what I found?”
“Terry, I’m not interested in guessing,” Lucas called from the couch.
“Sure, boss. I found paint transfer on the rear bumper. It’s some flavor of black, so I’m bringing a scraping back to check for make and model.”
“Thanks, Terry. Good work,” Lucas said, giving him the kind of praise he didn’t heap on his brothers.
Serena had been bugging me about my pleases and thank yous. Maybe it was genetic and not my fault.
“That’s not all,” Terry said. “He went off the road at high speed, but the airbag didn’t deploy.”
Lucas smiled. “Any clue why that was?”
“This is the cool part. The airbag fuse was missing.”
Lucas’s fist hit the table with a bang. “Great work, Terry. Thanks. See ya back here when you’re able.”
“Copy that.”
My brother smiled. “It’s about time we made some progress. Fuses don’t go missing by themselves. Gambino had help dying in that crash.”
It was a clue, but we still needed to figure out who and why. Or maybe the why would lead us to the who.
Serena
By Wednesday afternoon,I felt safe saying things at work had gone more smoothly today than Tuesday—not a single fire alarm or kidnapping attempt.
When I said I didn’t want to talk about it, people dropped their questions about me almost being snatched off the street and went back to trying to guess what and who Constance was investigating.
Near the end of the day, my phone rang.Duke.
“Miss me already?” I answered.
“Always,” he said. “Are you somewhere you can talk?”
“Give me a second.” I stood and started for the large conference room. My heart sped up, hoping he was going to take me up on yesterday’s invitation for naughty phone sex.
The freaking conference room was occupied, so I ducked into an unoccupied office and closed the door. “I am now.” I was already wet with anticipation.
