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“Nothing of significance I can locate,” Mikey responds. “Honestly, from what information I’ve been able to gather, it’s all about career progression.”
Career progression.She lied and manipulated me and killed a good man forcareer progression?
“How long has she been under?” Vincent asks.
“Four years,” Mikey answers.
Vincent massages the bridge of his nose.
“She had one confirmed CI in the family. Roberto Ferrari, which you already knew. We knew he was working with the FBI. The file was locked down pretty tight, so I had no information on Trixie, or Krista,” he corrects. “Until now.”
I watch Vincent’s nostrils flare with fury.
“Her relationship with Ferrari assisted in numerous drug busts and the imprisonment of at least four family members.”
“Anything else?” Vincent cuts out.
“She claims she had another informant, but her superior's notes lead me to believe it wasn’t legitimate.”
“Name,” Enzo demands.
“Bianca Rossi.”
“What?” I balk. “I... no. I... absolutelynot.” My heart stops beating completely.
You break my trust, and any affection I feel for you will disappear. I’d slit your throat without a beat of hesitation and sleep peacefully, knowing I removed a threat to my freedom and family.
“Vincent.” I grab his arm. “I wasn’t an informant. I didn’t know she was the police. She was my hairdresser. She—”
He lifts a single finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet.
Mikey continues. “Her superiors also had reason to believe she was involved with a soldier.”
“Tony Rossi,” I whisper.
“Correct,” Mikey affirms. “In every report Delaney filed, Antonio Rossi was noticeably missing. It raised red flags. Especially when security cameras caught him leaving the building in which Roberto Ferrari was found dead. Delaney’s report insisted his sister, Bianca, was the last one to see Roberto alive.”
I frown. “What?”
“She was going off-book,” Enzo comments.
“After Bianca married Vincent, we knew Bianca’s cooperation—if there was any, to begin with—was unlikely to move forward. Her CI was dead, and she was too close to Antonio Rossi. She was pulled from the case.”
“When?” the three men ask at the same time.
“Six months or so.”
“Fuck,” Vincent spits.
“She asked for a leave of absence after losing her mind following her removal. She maintained her cover was safe. She was convinced she could turn Bianca into a reliable CI.”
“No,” I breathe, my skin hot to the touch. I scratch at my neck.
“Her superiors were not convinced, and she attacked her superior officers, demanding they rescind their instructions. Her leave of absence was granted indefinitely.”
I believed this woman was myfriend. My mind is a haze of muddled interactions. I trek our encounters, working to find any hint of the lies she lived. Am I that stupid? I loved her and was convinced that I could trust her. I shared my biggest fears and darkest thoughts, and she was playing me the whole time, reporting back to law enforcement that I was a gullible brat who would help her destroy my family.
“She’s off-fucking-grid,” Leo surmises.
