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He smiled. “This and that.”
“You need to be more specific.”
“Do I?” he teased and his eyes danced.
He was enjoying every second of this interrogation, and I didn’t understand why. Did he get off on accusing innocent women of crimes they didn’t commit?
I lost my cool. “What are you playing at?” I knew better than to push a witness too soon. If anything, I preferred to wait until he was on the stand to press him and see if he would crack. But something about his smug smile really bothered me and I wanted to knock that look right off of his face.
His smile widened but he waited, without saying a word.
“I know you and that cop you employ are lying about the other night.”
“Why would I lie?”
My jaw twitched. I’d lost the upper hand in this conversation and I was furious with myself. I stepped back and inhaled deeply.
“Look, the accusation is serious. She can go to prison for a long time.”
“You seem exceptionally concerned, as though you have a lot invested with your client. Are you two dating?”
I shook my head. “I’m the one who’s here to ask questions.”
He shrugged. “I think mine are more interesting.”
“You’re a business owner, right?”
He stared at me, possibly waiting for me to get to my point. I wasn’t sure where I was going with this, other than to plead with the man’s sense of pride. “It wouldn’t be good business to make false accusations, would it?”
“I’ll worry about my business. And if we’re done here, I think you should leave.”
His smile disappeared. He didn’t like talking about his business, it seemed.
“What is it you do exactly?”
He waited, assessing me. Deciding on something.
“You really know nothing about me, do you?” He tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. “We are a lot alike, you and I.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think so. I am nothing like you.”
His smile returned. It made me want to punch him again. “I would never send an innocent woman to prison to protect myself or my business.”
He crossed his arms. “I didn’t get to where I am today by being nice.”
Bastard.
He didn’t care whom he hurt in the process as long as he was protected. “This isn’t finished.”
“I guarantee you, it’s not.”
Was that a threat?
I stepped closer to him, my face only inches away from his. Two men approached, but Rossi held up his hand.
“I’m not afraid of you.” I flicked my head. “Or your men.”
“I’m glad. It wouldn’t be fun if you were.”
