Aldo
Back in the sprawling den of the Marcello estate later that night, I checked my phone for the thousandth time. Naturally, Ethan hadn’t texted. It wasn’t like I expected him to unearth anything groundbreaking in a few hours …
“All right, spill,” sighed Carlo.
“What?” I looked up from my phone to find him staring over at me from across the room. Arms crossed.
“You’re up to something you know I won’t like.”
“What makes you think that?” I slid my phone discreetly back into my pocket.
“You’re waiting on communication from someone I don’t know about.” Carlo’s brows tightened into a deep furrow. “Which means it’s someone I won’t like. I’m guessing … the cop?”
“Jesus.” I tilted my head back against the armrest of the couch. “How do you know me so well?”
“You got the cop involved in
