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Silence hung in the air, leaving me to wonder if my half-truth had passed the test.
“I was just wondering if you’d heard anything because I thought it was strange I hadn’t,” I continued, ending the silence.
“I haven’t heard anything,” he sounded.
“Ok. Just thought I’d check in,” I laughed casually. Nervously.
“Betrami, get some fucking sleep,” he growled before hanging up.
* * *
A few hours later,as I hastily prepared myself for work, my eyes fell upon something glinting just beside my nightstand on the floor.
I bent down to inspect, only to find that it was a coin. It had to have been Luca’s.
I couldn’t help the smile spread across my face as I swiftly picked it up.
I’d never seen anything quite like it.
It was silver, polished, and clean. With a symbol of a skull and a cigar. The back was a pyramid on fire. My brows contorted and I looked at it front to back, intrigue slipping over me, then I sighed and stuffed it into my pocket.
“Dad?” I called out through the house, figuring he’d be home by now. “I’m about to head into work!”
As I threw my wallet, keys, and phone into my bag, I craned my neck into the living room. “Dad?” I asked again.
No answer.
Weird.
“Dad?” I called out, stepping into the hall nearer his bedroom.
No answer.
Had he not come home?
Searching the house, I felt my heart sink with unease.
Where the hell was he?
As I walked out the front door, almost late for work, I pulled my phone out and tapped out a message to him. My fingers tingled with a mix of worry and curiosity. “Everything OK?” I typed. I needed some reassurance.
I needed to hear from him.
It felt like an eternity as I waited for his reply and received nothing but silence. The weight of an unanswered question always drove me insane, but this nagged at me even more. I was worried. If anything happened to him, I’m not sure what I would do.
* * *
As I satat my desk, I wondered if I just had a weird heightened sense of apprehension. I clutched onto the coin inside my pocket and sighed as I pulled it out.
Twirling in my chair absentmindedly, I moved the unfamiliar coin between my fingers. Its unique design and foreign markings puzzled me. It was unlike any currency I had seen.
Which only added to the air of mystery surrounding Luca.
As I contemplated the man from last night and the fact that he had said his club had been terrorized and shot up, a heavy sigh escaped my lips. How had I not heard about that?
And why was I being so paranoid about it?
Being a cop definitely could make you question anything and everything, and I felt like my skepticism was tenfold. I was always suspicious of people. Their intentions.
