Page 235 of Cara & Gian: The Guzzi Duet

Gian didn’t hide his surprise.

“No need to, as his weapon was registered and legal. He also didn’t shoot anybody, and he was helping in the main entrance with victims. He was brought in for a secondary, more thorough statement this morning, though.”

Something in the lilt of the detective’s tone caught Gian’s attention.

“Was he now?” Gian sat a little straighter on the bench. “Do tell.”

“Where did you get your gun from?”

Gian said nothing.

“How long have you had it?” Seeley questioned.

Gian stayed quiet.

There had to be a reason for these questions, after all.

Frustrated, the detective pushed away from the bars with a scowl. “You’ve got everybody fooled, Guzzi, but not me.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You owe your brother—big time.”

Gian hid his inner confusion well. “We do look out for one another when we can.”

“Seems this is no different. Domenic took the rap on your gun. Said the illegal weapon was his, in his vehicle, and that you had grabbed it when you two arrived. There’s no way to prove otherwise, especially considering he too had a gun on him, though his was legal and registered. Your charges have been dropped, except for the discharging a weapon, but—”

Gian released a dark laugh. “It’ll be thrown out in court, given the circumstances.”

Seeley’s face reddened. “Likely.”

“When am I getting out?”

That was all Gian cared about.

He had a pregnant Cara to get back to.

Life was waiting.

He didn’t have time for this shit.

Seeley perked a bit at the question, happier than before. “We’re a bit short staffed this weekend, and nobody seems to be around to properly discharge you. Shame. Monday, likely.”

Gian resisted the urge to flip the man his middle finger. Instead, he rested back on the bench, much more comfortable than before. “Merci, Seeley. See you next time, we both know there’s going to be one. Oh, and do see if someone will bring me something decent to eat. I have restaurants that will deliver.”

“Good to see you’re smiling,” Stephan said as Gian approached his waiting underboss.

Gian stuffed his hands in his slacks pockets, enjoying the sunshine. “Why wouldn’t I be? It’s Monday, it’s a beautiful day, and I am not in a jail cell.”

“Lucky, boss.”

“Very. Where’s my brother?”

Stephan shrugged. “Dom said he had some shit to catch up on. I didn’t mind coming down to pick you up and take you home.”

Gian kept his features blank, but disappointment filled him. He hadn’t been able to have a conversation with his brother while in the jail, and knowing that Dom was taking a charge on possession of an illegal weapon for him, he owed him thanks. He’d hoped to do that first thing, and then get on with his day.

“Your vehicle is still in impound,” Stephan said.