“Although I haven’t had a chance to examine it yet, I’d say it was designed for minimal damage.”
“But enough to send a message?”
“Correct.”
“Fucking Caruso,” I muttered under my breath.
“I’ll leave that part to you and your men.”
“I appreciate that.”
“Anyway, I just wanted to say hello before I took a look on my own.”
“Rafe’s on his way. I’ll let him know you’re here.”
As Ron turned from the SUV, he fished his badge out of his pocket. One of the perks of being in the underworld was having the cops and fire department in your pocket.
Once I was alone again, I stared down at my phone. Even though it was after midnight, I wanted to call Drea. It was the last thing I should’ve done.
But I needed to hear her voice.
After dialing, the phone rang and rang before she finally answered drowsily. “Hello?”
“Hey. It’s Leo.”
Drea’s breath hitched. “Has something happened to Rafe?”
For a moment, her concern sent jealousy ricocheting through me. But then I realized considering the time of night and that it was me calling her, she thought something must’ve happened.
“No, he’s fine.”
Instead of her voice sounding relieved, she countered, “But something’s happened, hasn’t it?”
“Inferno was bombed tonight.”
“What?”
“A bomb went off at the employee entrance.”
“Oh my God! Was anyone hurt?”
“One of our bouncers. Fire Chief said it was quick, and he didn’t feel anything.”
“That’s awful. Is the club damaged?”
“I haven’t been able to look, but the Deputy Fire Chief says it’s minimal.”
Silence echoed over the line. “It was my father, wasn’t it?”
“We’re not one hundred percent, but yeah, all signs point to him.”
“But why?
“Rafe called off your engagement yesterday.”
“He did?”
“Edoardo didn’t say anything?”
