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“I finally found Leo Evanson,” I say calmly as I sit on the armchair beside the sofa.
I don’t miss the subtle twitch of his eye and the tick in his jaw before he says, “Good. You get my money back?”
“Naw. That’s long gone.”
“You kill the son of a bitch, then?”
“Sure did.”
“Good. So, it’s dealt with?”
I ignore his question. “Would you believe he tried to offer up his own sister to pay his debt?” I ask. “Seems it’s a thing with him. Piece of shit.”
“Waste of oxygen. People like that never change,mio figlio.You did your wife a favor getting rid of him.”
“Yeah. You met him then, Pop?”
He frowns at me. “No.”
“Oh, just seemed like you knew him is all.”
“Never met him in my life.”
“I thought you were at the poker game that night?”
“No. Benetti was there. Not me.”
“So you never met him?”
“I already told you I don’t know the guy.” He gets impatient now, that infamous Moretti anger flashing in his eyes.
“Not even when you asked him about what Elmo and Tony did to his sister?”
His eyes narrow. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No? Why did you send Elmo and Tony to see me and Lorenzo that day?”
“They’re good, loyal soldiers.”
I shake my head. “You see, at the time, I didn’t give it much thought because I was too busy torturing the sick fucks to death, but you had no reason to send them to me and Lorenzo. We didn’t have a job for them. You sent them because you knew what they’d done to Kat.”
He bangs his fists on the sofa cushions beside him. “I had no idea they’d taken her. You think I would have sent them to you if I’d known they had raped your wife,mio figlio? I would have dealt with them myself.”
“I never told you they raped her.”
“What?” He blinks at me.
“I never told you that.”
“I assumed.”
“You knew. You just said it. They raped her.” I stand and then take a seat on the coffee table directly in front of him.
“How did you know, old man? Why did you send them to my house when you knew what they’d done to my wife? And why the fuck did you send me after Kat in the first place when Leo had already given you back your money?”
He opens and closes his mouth and his eyes dart around the room as he scrambles for a reasonable explanation — another lie he can feed me. “Vic, Emilio,” he shouts to his guards outside, his voice filled with panic and terror.
A few seconds later, the two of them come running into the room, but I’ve already drawn my gun from the waistband of my suit pants, and I shoot them before they can take more than a few steps into the room.
