“I strive.”

“Hmpf.”

Bianca and Tessa got here into the room on the similar time. They each appeared freaked out.

“The police are right here for you, Tia,” Tessa stated.

“What?”

“Tia!” Tommy boomed. He’d clearly heard them.

“The police are right here for me,” I whispered. “I didn’t name them, Tommy. Actually, I didn’t.”

The women had been trying weirdly at me.

“Go see what they need. Don’t cling up. Give the telephone to my sister.”

“Kay.” I handed the telephone to Tessa after which walked stiffly out to the salon the place two uniformed officers stood on the entrance desk.

“What’s occurring?” I requested my sister.

“Two cops got here in they usually requested for her.”

“The place’s Nino?”

“Sitting out entrance, studying {a magazine}. What may he have finished?” Tessa was snarky.

“Fuck. What’s occurring now?”

“I’m within the again room, cling on whereas I am going see. They’re leaving together with her.”

“Cling up after which give her the telephone. Nino’s calling on my different line. I’ll name you again.”

I linked over. “Nino!”

“T, the cops have her. They advised her they needed to ask her questions on the station. She stated they need to ask her right here, however they insisted. She stated she programmed my quantity in her telephone and can name me to come back get her when she’s finished. Tessa simply gave her the telephone. They requested who I used to be to her and he or she advised them I’m her cousin’s husband. I’m following the squad automobile to the station and I’ll wait there for her.”

“I’m assembly you there. Which one?”

I hung up after he advised me and bought into my automobile.

Was this one other take a look at? It couldn’t be after our speak final night time. Couldn’t be. May it? Let me out of his sight after which organize for me to take a seat down with the cops to see what I’d say? I knew that the Ferranos had some cops of their pocket due to what Rose had stated to me on the grocery retailer that day.

Once I bought into the station, the female and male officer led me to a small, windowless interview room, containing a round desk with chairs round it.

“Is Tommy Ferrano holding you in opposition to your will?” the male cop, who’d launched himself as Officer Francis, requested. He was a tall, older Black man. His associate was a thirty-something fairly blonde named Officer Spence.

“Tommy Ferrano is my fiancé,” I stated, them like they had been loopy.

“He’s not holding you in opposition to your will?”

“What? No!” I exclaimed.

“Is Tommy Ferrano concerned in unlawful actions, organized crime?”

“Huh?”

“Mobster-like actions. You realize: weapons, prostitution, medication, mortgage sharking? That type of factor?”

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