“Of course,” I muttered. “Please. Ask me anything. My father is sedated in a hospital, and my husband has been falsely accused, so I am an open book.”
“Where were you when the explosion occurred?”
“I was in the bathroom, on the floor below.”
“Was that your choice to go to the bathroom at that exact time?”
I frowned. “Of course. Who else’s choice would it be?”
“And just a little while before, your father was speaking with you andSignorBuccini?”
“Yes.”
“What were you discussing?”
“The venue. How beautiful it was. And then my father praised how I looked before he had to get ready for his speech.”
“So there was no disagreement between your father and your husband?”
“No.”
“Has there ever been a disagreement between them?”
I took a breath, thinking about how to handle this. The lawyer advised me to stay as close to the truth as possible without revealing anything incriminating.
“On a few occasions, yes. Minor disagreements.”
“And what have they argued about?”
“Me. Mainly.”
“You? Can you clarify?”
“My father is very protective of me. When I first started dating Sani, we kept it a secret because of the press attention, and I didn’t want to tell my father until I knew it was really serious. But he found out and… it took him a while to accept that we were together. It wasn’t who I was dating that was the problem; it was that I was dating at all. Mypapiis very traditional. He wanted to have a say in the men I dated.”
“You reported a forced entry into your flat and claimed you believed it was Santino Buccini. In fact, you went as far as to suggest he was stalking you.”
I chuckled slightly, shaking my head. “That was a misunderstanding. Sani and I sorted it out. Privately.”
“Your father didn’t attend your very sudden wedding either, did he?”
I swallowed and shook my head. “No. Like I said, at first, he didn’t approve of our relationship.”
“And why wouldn’t he approve? Did it have anything to do with the investigation he was carrying out into your husband’s businesses?”
Oh fuck. “No.” I shook my head. “Like I said. Mypapiis protective and thought I was rushing into things too quickly. But since then, he’s come around.”
“Has he?”
“Si. In fact, mypapiand Sani were planning to go for drinks after the party last night to get to know each other better.”
“Is that so? But your father isn’t awake to corroborate that story.”
I narrowed my eyes. “No. But he will be. Soon.”
“Hmm.” Detective Morelli pushed off the wall and strolled over to the table, pulling out the other chair. “You seem very certain that your husband is innocent.”
“Because I am.”
