Making the Break (Beating the Biker 2)
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Chrissy’s jaw tightened. How dare this, this Rocco, say anything to her. “You’re out of line,” she snapped.
Anglotti shut the door and turned to face her. “Am I? What the hell are you doing? What game are you—a Serafini—playing? First you all act like you want Saks to marry into the family. Then you act like he’s not good enough to spit-shine your shoes. And now you’re over there, fucking his brains out.”
“It’s none of your business,” snapped Chrissy.
“Yeah. I heard that line already. All I know is that my cousin has a gunshot wound from someone your family hired.”
“That’s not true. It was the Rojos who hired those men.”
“What? How do you know that?”
“My grandfather did some checking, found out who those men are.”
“And who are they?”
“Associates of the DiMea family.”
“The Jersey boys?” Anglotti’s face twisted as he processed this new information.
“It seems the Rojos weren’t happy with how the Roccos messed with their drug business last yea
r and they got a little revenge. On Saks.” She snorted. “Figured you, being a detective, could figure that one out.”
“That almost makes sense.”
“Almost?”
“Still doesn’t explain why you’re messing with Saks.”
“I don’t have to explain anything to you, Anglotti.”
“I think you’d better start explaining things, Ms. Serafini. Because a Hades’ Spawn was shot today. The last person to see him besides the pharmacist was Saks. You were the second to last person to see Saks when I left him. And you were sitting in the parking lot where the man was shot.”
She sucked in a breath. Suddenly, she was confused, frustrated, and very scared. She hadn’t done anything wrong, at least not anything illegal, but this man was questioning her as if she were a criminal.
“It’s awfully coincidental that a member of one of Connecticut’s largest crime families is smack dab in the middle of a shooting.”
Chrissy stood. Her hands clenched at her sides as she shook with the need to strike back. This was a dangerous mood for Chrissy to be in, one of the reasons she stayed away from the family business. She absolutely hated when her hot-blooded nature rose to the surface. It reminded her of all the things she disliked about her family. “Don’t even try to imply that I have anything to do with this, Anglotti. Everything points to someone trying to start a gang war between my family and the Roccos. Why don’t you work that angle instead of harassing a woman who has nothing to do with this?”
“It’s my job to look at all the possibilities. You’re guilty.”
“Then do your job. And isn’t it innocent until proven guilty?” she sneered. “Am I free to go?”
Anglotti held out his hands. “Sure, why not?” he said dryly.
“Great.” She snatched her purse from the table and stalked out of the room.
“Oh, and one more thing,” said Anglotti.
“What?”
“Your car’s impounded.”
“What?” She spit out, in an octave higher than usual.” Why?”
He gave her a snarky smile. “Only customers are supposed to park in that lot. The owner had it towed at your expense.”
Chrissy’s eyelids formed slits. She was brought here on the suggestion they’d impound her car if she didn’t go with the police. Now they impounded it because she did. “Anglotti?”