“Oh my god, I thought you’d already left for work,” she said. She smiled slyly. “But I can tell you were working on something else.”
“Ha, ha,” I said dryly. “Spare me the humor, please.”
“What happened?” Heather poured me a mug of coffee with cream and sugar and passed it over. I took a long deep breath and a big swallow before answering.
“I had to go to the police station yesterday,” I said solemnly. I shook my head and my eyes filled with nervous tears. “Aberson doesn’t believe me, I can totally tell.”
Heather raised her eyebrows. “Well, it would probably be pretty hard if you get picked up by the very man you claim to hate,” she said calmly. “I assume you were with him last night?”
I nodded. “We stayed at the Plaza.” I blushed. “We…we ordered room service and watched stupid movies all night.”
Heather snickered. “I bet you watched a lot of movies,” she said. “Didn’t have sex, did you?”
I blushed hotly. “I did,” I said. I moaned and buried my face in my hands. “I’m so sick of feeling like this!” I whined loudly. “I can’t decide whether I’m upset or happy or falling in love.” I shook my head. “It’s like I always have butterflies, but then I’m also dealing with a million other ways to feel.”
Heather nodded. She reached for the remote and turned on the television, flipping through channels.
“I know it’s hard,” she said soothingly. “But I promise, Beth, things really will calm down. Just trust me.”
I frowned. “I wish I could,” I said. “But sometimes, I feel like there’s no end in sight, you know?”
Heather nodded. “I do,” she said. “I really do.” She frowned, pausing the channels at a news station. “Hey, look, something’s going on at the Plaza.”
My heart turned to a lump of ice in my chest as Heather turned up the volume. The camera panned in on a crowd of people standing outside the Plaza Hotel and yelling.
“That’s so weird,” I said nervously, taking a shaky sip of coffee. “I was just there, like half an hour ago. I wonder if there was a fire.” Please let Alessio be okay, I prayed silently. I couldn’t stand it if something happened to him, too.
“Oh my god,” Heather said. She dropped her mug of coffee on the floor. The mug broke into tiny shards of ceramic and hot coffee splashed on my feet.
But I didn’t even feel any pain.
Staring at me, from the screen of the kitchen television, was Alessio Amoruso.
“I’m reporting with KPNG, here to tell you that Alessio Amoruso, business owner, has been arrested on suspicious charges.” A perky blonde anchor bobbed in front of the camera, oblivious to my heart breaking inside of my chest. “He was arrested shortly after ten-thirty this morning, and he’s being taken downtown to stay in custody as we speak.”
Tears rolled down my cheeks but I felt powerless to move – I couldn’t even raise my hands to wipe them away. My heart was barely beating, and my stomach felt like a stormy sea.
“Beth,” Heather whispered. “What happened? Do you know anything?”
I shook my head and swallowed. When I spoke, my voice was barely louder than whisper.
“Detective Aberson said they were very close to catching Alessio, but I thought he was bluffing,” I said tearfully.
On screen, the perky anchor was making a show of demonstrating all of the police cars. I counted at least seven parked outside of the hotel, sirens flashing and horns blaring loudly. There was an ambulance, and two fire trucks.
“Sources say that Mr. Amoruso was not hurt in the arrest, but that he’s known to be a wanted man. If you have any information regarding the murder of Michael Bennett or the Amoruso crime family, please call KPNG at five five five, sixty-seven, eighty-three.”
“Turn it off,” I said weakly. “I can’t take it anymore, Heather.”
Heather reached over and slammed her hand against the power button. The screen of the television cut to an inky black that matched my current mood. The coffee I’d drank was threatening to come back up as vomit, and I could barely breathe as my heart thudded heavily in my chest.
“Everything’s okay,” I said tearfully. “Everything. I had no idea how I could be so stupid, Heather! How the hell did I do something that dumb?”
“You aren’t dumb,” Heather said gently. She pulled me into a tight hug. “You can’t help who you fall in love with, Beth.”
“But that’s just it,” I said. “I was just starting to see the real Alessio! It felt like we were just getting started.” I sniffled and buried my face in my hands. “And now I have to choose between testifying against the man I love or facing charges myself!”
“I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” Heather said soothingly. “You know, those rich guys are really good at getting away with crimes,” she added. “Maybe he’ll have some hotshot lawyer who can really help him out.”