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"There's nothing to talk about."
"Olivia...I know you're crying. There's no hiding it now. And I'm never going to sleep tonight, I'm so keyed up. We might as well chat about what's going on."
"Mob princesses don'tchatabout their feelings."
"Well, it's a good thing I'm not one of those then," I whisper just next to her ear. "Come on. Spill."
She wipes her nose and a tiny hint of a smile creeps across her lips. She nods.
"I was just thinking about..." She looks around, paranoid all of a sudden. "You know, I wouldn't put it past them to bug our rooms. So I was thinking about," she mouths the wordMia, so I know who she means. "How she died and everything. How terrible it must have been. I act like I don’t care but..."
Tears run down her cheeks, dripping from her chin.
"She was my sister, and I loved her. I know we had a shit relationship, and we never talked anymore, but I remember how we were when we were kids. She didn't deserve what happened. When I found out, I swore that I’d find the people responsible. I want them to pay. Papa told me to leave it alone, but I won't. Whoever it is must scare him, if he's not going after them. But I don't give a shit. I want them dead."
The case file on Mia Zedona's death was surprisingly light. Almost suspiciously so. But I hadn't really thought about it until now. I assumed Rasmussen shut down the investigation because he wanted her death to remain a secret. You can’t exactly have a bunch of agents from the FBI and Homeland investigating something that's not supposed to have happened.
So maybe Olivia's paranoia is really rubbing off on me, or maybe there's more to it than meets the eye. I make a mental note to do a little digging when I speak to Rasmussen. Maybe I can get him to let a few things slip.
"I'll see what I can dig up."
She looks at me, startled.
"Why? Why do you give a shit?"
I shrug.
"Because you do. Because I've memorized a lot of details about her, because I've learned her inside out. I feel like I know her, a little. But it's mostly because I knowyoucare."
Olivia wipes her eyes and gives me a mischievous smile.
"You know, doing that goes against everything I taught you."
"Call me a rebel. And speaking of which, I should check in. You know, like a proper rebel."
I root around in my clutch for my phone, but it's not there. In its place is a smooth, flat stone that has about the same weight to it. If that stone hadn't been there, I'd have noticed my phone was gone right away.
Someone switched it deliberately and left the weight in its place.
Someone?Like I don't know who. It had to be Fabien.
Olivia's face turns ash white.
"Someone took your phone?"
"Don't worry, there's nothing incriminating on it. It's actually a restored backup of your sister's old phone. It might not have every last text and email in it, but there's plenty of real stuff in there."
"What about you-know-who's contact info?"
I know from her tone she means Rasmussen. I wonder for what feels like the thousandth time what it is that Rasmussen has on Olivia. It's one thing to use evidence against Zedona, but as far as I know Olivia's never committed a crime, except for being born into the wrong family.
And,okay, she's a little bitchy and spoiled, but who isn't in her tax bracket? The only reason I didn't end up just like that myself is because my Aunt Sandra is a trial lawyer. Seeing her flex her muscles in court really inspired me to do more with my life than just hang out and be pretty and spend my father's money.
Though God knows it's whathewanted for me.
"What are you going to do?" Olivia asks.
"About this?" I hold up the rock. "Well, I'm going to get my darned phone back, that's for sure. I'm not going to let that jerkwad just take my stuff."
