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Despite Enzo’s aloof demeanor, I couldn't deny the concern in his eyes. Enzo had been there for me through thick and thin. No matter how he acted, he cared for me.
"Anyway," Enzo said, "I came here because of Griselda. I've got some intel on her movements today."
My eyebrows lifted in anticipation. "Really? What have you got?"
"She's going to visit her mother today," Enzo informed me.
My curiosity piqued. "Where does her mother live?"
"In the next city," Enzo replied, "about an hour and thirty minutes away. How do you plan to see her?" he continued with a hint of amusement in his tone. "Wait outside her apartment like a stalker, or are you going to her mother's house?"
I shook my head at both suggestions, ignoring his attempts to provoke me. If I waited outside her place, she might be alarmed, and that wouldn't help my cause.
On the other hand, if I showed up at her mother's house uninvited…there was no need to continue along that train of thought. I needed a way to approach her that would give her the space to listen to what I had to say.
"When does she plan on leaving?" I asked.
I needed to get the timing right.
"Around 12," Enzo informed me.
I wasn’t even surprised that he knew what time she was leaving. Enzo was a guru with technology. He had probably tapped into her phone.
I glanced at the time on my phone. It was 10:13 a.m.
"I need Griselda's car to develop a problem," I said, looking directly at Enzo, knowing he'd catch my drift.
He nodded slowly, with an eyebrow and the corner of his lip gently tugging upward. "And why is that? What's your plan?"
“My plan will be implemented after she visits her mother,” I said.
Enzo laughed. “What? Are you going to offer her a ride home?” He shook his head. “So che sei più intelligente di così.(I know you’re smarter than this.)”
I turned to face Enzo with a sly expression. “Oh, I’m not going to offer her a ride. You are.”
Enzo stopped laughing.
“Che cosa? (What?)”
“To be precise…” The words were out of my mouth before I could second-guess them, "You're going to kidnap her."
Chapter 12
Griselda
Lifehadafunnyway of playing tricks on me as if it had declared open season on my peace of mind. Not only had I recently been suspended from my job, but now my trusty car, my faithful Nissan Altima, had decided to join the rebellion against me.
The darn thing had been working perfectly fine yesterday, so why in the world was it refusing to start today?
I stood there, staring at my car in frustration. It was a reasonable car, not a luxury, but reliable. It had been my faithful companion for years, yet here it was, betraying me when I needed it most.
My mother, bless her heart, lived nearly two hours away from me. Why couldn't she move closer? But, no, she was as stubborn as they come, insisting on staying in her little haven. I sighed at the added inconvenience.
I contemplated calling the mechanics later, but that wouldn't help me right now. I glanced at my phone, weighing my options. Taking the bus to the next city was the most practical choice at this point. The last time I'd set foot on a bus seemed like a different decade. My car had made me feel independent, and I had come to rely on it more than I'd realized.
Rescheduling my meetup with my mother was not an option. We had already postponed countless plans while I was knee-deep in the Johnson case. She had been so patient with my hectic work schedule that I couldn't let her down now.
Sighing once more, I hailed a taxi that quickly whisked me to the nearest bus station.
