A few phone calls and a bus ride later, I was in front of Moretti.
“You found something.”
“Not exactly,” I admitted, “but there is a…a possibility.”
He looked at me and waited for me to go on. I didn’t miss Mario slightly shift in his footing, placing his weight at an easier distribution if he needed to draw his gun. I didn’t think it was going to be necessary, but it depended on how Moretti took my news.
Full disclosure.
“It was more than fucking with that whore,” I told him bluntly. His expression didn’t show any surprise, but I also knew it wasn’t what he was thinking. “She also…well, sir, she slept with me.”
Mario snickered, and I glared at him. He raised both eyebrows back at me.
“Isn’t that the same thing?” he asked.
“I mean, she’d stay at my apartment overnight,” I clarified. “She slept in my bed with me, lots of times.”
Moretti leaned back and folded his arms over his chest.
“What did you tell her?” Rinaldo asked coldly.
“Nothing,” I swore. “Nothing intentionally.”
Mario shifted again.
“I just remembered something she said a while ago – something she said about me.”
“And what might that be?”
I took a deep breath.
“She said I talked in my sleep.”
Mario laughed out loud, and I considered just shooting the bastard, but that wasn’t going to help me out here.
“I haven’t confirmed anything,” I told him, “but I admit there’s a…a possibility she heard something. I just need to know who told you she was squealing because that could help me figure all of this out.”
Rinaldo nodded his head.
“You aren’t going to like it,” he said.
It was all I needed to hear.
“Terry Kramer.”
Rinaldo’s lips tuned up in a sardonic smile.
“You believed him,” I said, trying not to sound accusatory.
“He had good information,” Rinaldo corrected. “He knew things he shouldn’t know about.”
“I’ve caught him following me.”
“Then you do have some detective work ahead of you,” my boss agreed. “I want whoever passed sensitive information from my organization to Greco’s dead. As long as that is your end goal, whose head you bring me isn’t of consequence.”
“I’ll take care of it,” I promised.
Moretti leaned forward on the desk and gazed at me. I tried to be patient, but all I really wanted to do was figure out what the hell was going on and kill whoever was trying to turn the small amount of comfort I had found upside down.