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Sometimes, my mom can be over-the-top. But turning on the charm is what she does best. I learned that from her.
As she fixes the coffee, I sit with Officer Lawrence and Officer Matthews at the kitchen table. “Do you have any leads on the fire at Kallidromo?”
“The fire department has already ruled it as arson,” Officer Lawrence says. “Whoever set fire to the club had intent. The club is now a crime scene.”
I remain expressionless and ask, “Do you have any suspects?”
Officer Matthews looks at my mom, eyes narrowed. Does he think she had something to do with the fire? He doesn’t speak, turning his head away when he catches me watching him.
Officer Lawrence says, “We have a few people in mind but no solid leads. Until we find Belen Drakos, we’re keeping all options open.”
So they think Belen could have set the fire to the club. It wouldn’t be the first time one of Belen’s clubs mysteriously burned down to collect the insurance money. That’s why I suggested it to my mother. If he perished in the fire, it would look like another one of his schemes went wrong.
No one got hurt.
Only Belen.
The club doesn’t open until nine o’clock, and The Serpents set the fire at eight-thirty. They locked Belen in a back room to burn to death as planned. He deserved much worse for making our lives hell for the past ten years.
So far, the news hasn’t reported any casualties. But soon enough, they will recover Belen’s body. And when they do, we inherit the Drakos empire.
My poor mother had to have sex with that piece of shit so we could get this far. That, in and of itself, was a real sacrifice. The thought of his slimy hands on my mother made me want to vomit each night we spent in his house.
Knowing we had a short-term goal got me through it. My carefully laid plans are falling into place like chess pieces moving across the board.
We’re so close.
Mom sets the coffee, creamer, and sugar on the table in front of the police officers and takes her place beside me.
“Mrs. Drakos, do you know where your husband went tonight?” Officer Matthews asks.
She sits up straighter, head held high. “I ate dinner with Belen and my sons around six-thirty, and then he left to deal with one of his businesses. I honestly couldn’t tell you which one because he owns so many.”
“Where were you at eight-thirty this evening?”
“At home with my sons.”
“How many sons do you have?”
“Three.”
He nods. “Are they home now?”
She flicks her dark hair over her shoulder, maintaining her flawless exterior. “They’re in the house somewhere.”
“We need to speak with them, Ma’am,” Officer Lawrence says before turning his gaze to me. “What were you doing at eight-thirty this evening, Mr. Demetriou?
“I was at home with my mother and brothers, watching a movie in the den.”
“Which one?” Lawrence asks.
“Our mother’s favorite,” I lie, “Gone with the Wind.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “You were home on a Saturday night watching classic movies with your mother?”
“And my brothers,” I add.
That earns me another nasty look from Lawrence. “How old are you, Mr. Demetriou?”
