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He leans back and thinks.

“My security would have noticed that.”

“It was a busy club,” I point out.

“Yeah. And loud,” he says. “We could barely hear each other.”

I ask a few more questions about their time at the bar and jot down his answers.

“What time did you guys leave?”

“I'm not sure exactly.” He looks at his father.

Lorenzo responds. “I'll get you a list of all the times from security. When they left the house, when they got to the club, when everyone left and got back home.”

I nod and turn back to Alessio. “Whose idea was it to leave?”

“Both of ours.”

His voice is firm now.

No embarrassment. No apology. He is not trying to make himself look better than he was.

That helps.

“Whose idea was the hotel?”

“Hers.”

Lorenzo leans forward slightly.

“You never said that.”

Alessio looks at him. “You didn’t ask.”

I ignore the shift between them.

I already know the answer to this, but I ask anyway. “Did she already have a room?”

“No.”

“Who rented the room?”

“I did.”

“Under your real name?”

He hesitates again. “Yes.”

His father curses in Italian.

“She already knew my name, Pop. What was I supposed to do? She would ask questions if I used a fake one.”

I continue before their argument escalates.

“Did you tell your cousins?”

“I told Edoardo.”