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It’s Lorenzo’s name flashing on my cell and I answer the call as Kat leads me over to the blankets section. “Everything okay?” I ask him.
“Hey, I know you’re busy with Kat, but I just need to run something by you real quick.”
“Shoot.”
“That night at Little Cesar’s when Mitch was shot?”
“Yeah?” We still don’t know why those three kids burst in and tried to shoot up the place.
“Hewas there, right? Sal?”
He refuses to call our father by that title any longer. “Yeah?”
“Did he have a woman with him?”
“No, he was on his own that night. Why?”
“I was looking into those punks and the only thing that stood out was that one of their sisters went missing a week before, so I did a little digging.”
“And what does that have to do with Pop?”
“She was eighteen. Brunette. An orphan. You know his kryptonite?”
“So she was his type, Loz. Anyone with a pulse is his type,” I remind him, hoping that his hatred of our father is clouding his judgment.
“Yeah, but she’d just started working at that coffee shop he goes to every afternoon. I spoke to one of the other baristas and after a little persuasion, he said that Sal took something of an interest in the kid. He used to roll up in his Bentley every day and she was flattered and would flutter her eyelashes at him. One day, she just didn’t show up for work and they assumed she’d left. But a few days later, the cops showed up and started asking questions about a missing girl.”
“Fuck,” I snarl.
“Yeah. I know it’s thin, but…”
“Our father is a piece of shit.”
“It wouldn’t be the first time he’s got rid of a problem like that, would it? Maybe she said no? Maybe she changed her mind? Maybe he just got a little… rough?”
“Fuck, Lorenzo.”
“I know.”
“And you think her brother and these other kids either found out or at least suspected that he had something to do with her disappearance?”
“They all grew up in the same foster home together. They know going to the cops would have been pointless. What other choice did they have?”
I swallow the bile that burns the back of my throat and then Kat looks at me and smiles and I’m reminded that I have so many other things going on in my life right now. Things that demand and deserve so much more of my attention than I currently give.
“So, what do you want to do?” Lorenzo asks.
“She got any other family?”
“No. Just her and her brother. Foster parents died in a house fire shortly after she turned eighteen.”
I take a deep breath, screwing my eyes shut. “So there are no loose ends?”
“None that I can find.”
“You’re a fucking bloodhound. You know that? I fucking missed you.”
“I’m sorry I was away so long.”
