Chapter 2 - THE WRONG WAITRESS
“What do you mean they had my photograph?”
Evelyn’s voice cracked.
The SUV shot through Lower Wacker Drive.
Lorenzo said nothing.
“Answer me.”
One of his men in the front seat turned around.
“You don’t talk to him like—”
“Shut up, Dante,” Lorenzo said.
The man faced forward again.
Evelyn stared at Lorenzo.
He showed her his phone.
A grainy image filled the screen.
Evelyn entering the Obsidian three nights earlier.
Below it:
CARTER GIRL. CONFIRM BEFORE CLEANUP.
Her stomach dropped.
“No.”
“You recognize anything?”
“Yeah. Me.”
“Think.”
“I am thinking.”
“Think harder.”
She shoved the phone back at him.
“I serve rich people overpriced food for a living. I don’t have enemies with assault rifles.”
Lorenzo studied her.
“What about your family?”
“My mother’s dead.”
“Father?”
“Gone.”
“Gone where?”
“If I knew that, I wouldn’t say gone.”
The SUV turned sharply.
Lorenzo’s eyes narrowed.
“How long?”
“Since I was fifteen.”
“Name?”
“Daniel Carter.”
Lorenzo went completely still.
Evelyn noticed.
“What?”
“Nothing.”
“That wasn’t nothing.”
Before Lorenzo could answer, Dante said, “We’re here.”
They entered an underground garage beneath an old warehouse.
Evelyn followed them into a private elevator.
“Where are we?”
“Safe.”
She laughed once.
“I was safer serving appetizers.”
The doors opened into a concrete loft with bulletproof windows.
Lorenzo removed his jacket.
“Phones.”
Everyone placed their phones on a steel table.
Evelyn crossed her arms.
“I’m leaving.”
“No.”
“That wasn’t a request.”
“Someone tried to kill you.”
“And being kidnapped by a mob boss is your solution?”
Dante stepped forward.
Lorenzo lifted one finger.
Dante stopped.
Lorenzo looked at Evelyn.
“You saved my life. That bought you patience.”
“Wow. Lucky me.”
His mouth almost moved.
Almost.
“Tell me about your father.”
“No.”
“Daniel Carter.”
“You knew him.”
It wasn’t a question.
Lorenzo walked toward the window.
“My father knew a man by that name.”
Evelyn felt cold.
“What kind of man?”
“Bookkeeper.”
“My dad dealt cards.”
“He did both.”
“No.”
“He handled numbers for people who didn’t put their real numbers on tax forms.”
Evelyn stared at him.
“You’re lying.”
“I don’t waste lies on things you can verify.”
Her phone buzzed on the steel table.
Everyone looked.
“That’s impossible,” Dante said.
“We shut the network down.”
Lorenzo picked it up.
One message.
Unknown number.
He turned the screen toward Evelyn.
ASK LORENZO WHO KILLED YOUR FATHER.
Evelyn looked at him.
His expression told her enough.
“You know.”
“Evelyn—”
“You know what happened to him.”
A blast shook the entire building.
The windows cracked.
Alarms screamed.
Dante drew his gun.
“CONTACT!”
The lights went out.
Gunfire erupted downstairs.
Lorenzo grabbed Evelyn.
“Move!”
She fought him.
“Tell me about my father!”
“Not now.”
“Tell me!”
A bullet punched through the wall.
Lorenzo shoved her behind concrete.
Then his eyes locked on the smoking hole.
Only his people knew the safe house.
Which meant one thing.
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Someone inside Lorenzo Moretti’s organization had sold him out.
And whoever it was had just found them.
