“C'è stata una segnalazione di uno sparo. Hai visto qualcuno durante la tua passeggiata?”
There was a report of a gunshot. Did you see anyone during your walk?
“A gunshot?” Monroe asked. “We heard nothing.”
“Americans?”
“Yes,” Monroe replied. “We’re staying nearby.”
The guard shone his light on the women. “You too?” he asked Sydney.
“Of course,” Sydney replied. “We’re walking our dog.”
“Late for that, no?”
“Clubbing,” Monroe replied. “Just got home.”
He eyed them like he was going to eat them.
“Thanks for keeping us safe,” Monroe said.
“Have a good night,” Sydney added as Monroe started walking.
Instead of driving off, the patrolman got out, took a few steps toward them, and the dog growled.
“Not a good idea,” Monroe said. “He’s very protective of us. Men can be so dangerous.”
Another police car raced down the street and Sydney swallowed down the bitter bile. The patrol car was blocking them from passing, so it stopped.
The officer got out, spoke to the security guard. “Sposta la tua auto.”
Move your car.
Sydney started walking and Monroe continued by her side. The security guard got in his vehicle and drove on.
Hope sparked when Sydney stopped at her rental car. After unlocking it, she turned to Monroe. “I owe you one.”
“Glad I could help. Anything for my cousin.” She waited until Sydney got inside. After starting the car, Sydney shot her a smile before pulling onto the street.
She turned the block, tapped the speaker button on her phone. “That was some unexpected excitement.”
“When do you fly out?” he asked.
“Tomorrow.”
“Where are you staying?”
“Iwasat a nearby hotel, but that security guard saw me, so I’m out.”
“Swing by my condo.”
“Gabriel Santini, you’re a lifesaver.”
“Just returning the favor, angel.” The line went dead.
Sydney unrolled the window, letting the October breeze wash over her.
Did I mess up?
