"Well, get on with your questions and get out."
If she sounded irritated enough, maybe he would hurry the hell up.
Voss pulled a small notepad from his coat pocket and flipped it open, clicking his pen with a soft snap.
"Who shot you?" Voss asked.
"I don’t know. It happened fast."
"Hmmm..."
"I was told the bullet was removed before you got here. Why?"
"Was it?" Veronica tried to deflect.
"Where were you shot?"
Veronica resisted the urge to sigh. "on my way home. Close to the house actually."
"By home, you mean Luciano Genovese’s home?" Voss asked, knowing Vee had been lying since he began his questions.
"yes."
"I see. Did he shoot you, Miss Scalese."
The question was so absurd it almost made her laugh.
"You really will do or say anything to take him down, wont you? No, Luca did not shoot me." Vee answered. She watched him carefully as she said it, searching for any shift in his expression. But Voss barely reacted. His pen continued scratching lazily across the page.
"Well, get better soon. I will be coming around to ask some more questions."
Of course he would.
"Nothing I give you or say to you will help you. Why don’t you just leave me alone?"
Veronica’s patience was wearing thin. Her leg hurt, her head hurt, and the last thing she needed was some detective poking around her life.
Voss finally looked up from his notepad. "I told you, you are my window to Luca’s world. and what a very open window." Voss said, gave a small salute and walked out.
"Uggghhhh!" Veronica groaned. She dropped her head back against the pillow dramatically, squeezing her eyes shut. The tension she had been holding in her shoulders loosened slightly now that Voss was gone, but the irritation remained, simmering just beneath the surface.
God, that man was exhausting.
"Really sis..." Valentina moved closer. She had been sitting quietly through the entire interrogation. "Who shot you? Ricardo wont tell me anything either."
Veronica opened her eyes slowly.
Valentina’s expression was tight with worry.
"Its fine, Tina." Veronica shifted slightly, wincing as a sharp sting shot through her thigh. "its just badluck. I was going home, and a stray bullet caught me in the thigh."
Valentina frowned immediately.
The explanation sounded weak even to Veronica’s own ears, but she forced her face to remain calm.
Marco had positioned a guard outside the door to keep watch over her and Valentina had overheard Marco telling the guard that Mrs Genovese wasn’t allowed in.
Mrs Genovese.
Who was Mrs Genovese? Luca’s mother, sister in law?
Valentina kept all of these questions to herself though and just sat there with her sister.
The pale hospital lighting washed some of the color out of her face, and every now and then her jaw tightened slightly — a quiet reaction to the pain she refused to complain about.
Vee had always been like this. Tough when she didn’t need to be. Secretive when it would probably help to just talk.
The name Mrs Genovese lingered in her mind again. Whoever that woman was, Marco clearly didn’t want her anywhere near Veronica.

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