Chapter 96
Massimo hadn’t had much of an appetite this past week, but he still sat down at the dinning room table and tried to eat. The expertly cooked tuna and fresh cob salad looked like prison food.
But Massimo knew if Elena was here, she would be chiding him and insisting that he still had to eat. So Massimo went through the motions of eating the bland, unappetizing meal.
Joshua similarly seemed to have lost his appetite. He used his fork to push his fish around his plate. But his eyes never left Massimo.
“Your wife has been missing,” Joshua stated, voice as bland as the meal and the room’s atmosphere. “Why didn’t you report it to the police?”
“Your own wife has been missing just as long–why didn’t you report that?” Massimo shot back bitterly.
Joshua looked ashamed. “I didn’t know,” he replied weakly.
Massimo shot up from his chair. “You didn’t know?! How?”
Massimo couldn’t believe Elena ended up with someone so inattentive. She deserved better!
“She’s… she’s gone a lot for work,” Joshua explained. “You’ve called her in at odd hours before and for long periods of time, too.”
Joshua suddenly pushed back his chair and stood. He looked Massimo squarely in the eye.
“She was last with you, wasn’t she? What did you do to her–what did you do to your own wife?” Joshua accused.
Massimo wanted to get mad. He didn’t like the prosecutor–he was actively trying to build a case against Massimo and get him thrown in jail.
But Elena had seen with in him. Massimo had to respect that.
Besides, Massimo saw his own worries and fears mirrored back at him through Joshua’s eyes. He may not trust Joshua himself, but Massimo could trust those emotions.
“They were last seen at Tyler Morello’s cruise ship,” Massimo finally said, sitting back down. He took another bite of his fish.
Joshua looked shocked. Then his resolved hardened. “We’ll see if that’s true,” Joshua said.
With a curt goodbye, Joshua left.
The lawyer was back the next afternoon. He had brought a box full of police evidence.
“I don’t trust you,” Joshua said as he laid out file after file onto the Mafia King’s dinning table, “but you want to find Elena, too. Take pictures of what you want–the rest is going back to the department by five o’clock.”
Massimo couldn’t let himself be outdone by a civilian. So he laid out the evidence he had found beside Joshua’s
papers.
“You can ask one of the servants to make a copy,” Massimo dismissively told him.
The two made a frustratingly good team. Working with the full evidence–not just the scraps Massimo’s police contact could discretely get access to–made Massimo’s work simpler.
The police had already raided some of Tyler’s hidden properties for unrelated cases–which meant Elena and Aria
1/28
Choster D
+25 Bonus
couldn’t be hidden there. Combined with the areas Massimo’s men had searched, along with the territories firmly controlled by other families, that left just one property Tyler had complete control of.
A simple real estate firm.
“There’s a construction company that regularly uses the nearby empty lots for parking,” Joshua explained. “So it wouldn’t be hard for him to get access to those without noticing. Then he could renovate without anyone knowing.
“The ground’s sturdy there, too,” Massimo recalled. “Basements are common on that side of town because of it. Add in some soundproofing, and Tyler could easily hold as many people there as he wanted.”
“I think I have enough evidence for a warrant,” Joshua declared.
VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABEL
Comments
The readers' comments on the novel: The Mafia King's Unknown Doctor Wife