Undressed By The Mafia God novel Chapter 380

Chapter 380: You Have My Number

David, for his part, looked harmless. Nothing about him as he crossed the threshold into the station could be called suspicious. He moved at an ordinary pace, wore an ordinary expression, and carried himself with the loose, forgettable energy of a man there on some mildly inconvenient errand.

Just another face in a building full of tired faces.

Inside, the precinct had a weary look. David let his eyes move naturally through the room and spotted Voss slumped over his desk. David knew him already, of course. Knew enough, anyway.

He stopped near one of the uniformed officers and offered a polite smile. "Hello," he said. "I’d like to see Detective Andrew Voss."

The officer barely looked up before pointing toward the desk.

David followed the gesture and gave a small nod. "Thank you." He walked over until he reached Voss’s desk and stopped just short of crowding him. "Detective Andrew Voss?" David called.

Voss lifted his head slowly, irritation still hanging around him. The detective looked exhausted, annoyed, and nowhere near ready for another interruption. "Yes?" he said. "Can I help you?"

"Hi. I’m David Valentino. I called you about the property you plan to sell."

"Oh, yes." Voss straightened slightly in his chair. "I’m not necessarily planning to sell, but since you brought it up...You do know it was a pizza shop."

David’s expression remained pleasantly interested. And Voss, too drained and too pleased with his own ongoing war against Luca to notice what had just entered his orbit, looked back at him expecting nothing more complicated than a property conversation.

"Of course," David said.

Voss leaned back slightly in his chair, some of the earlier edge in him settling when he remembered he also had a life outside his obsession with Luca Genovese. "Are you sure about this?" he asked. "Can you handle the competition? There is another pizza shop right in front of it."

"I know," he said. "I checked the place. But I don’t plan on being pizza competition."

That got a grunt from Voss.

"Alright then," Voss said. "I’ll take you there, but I can’t right now. I have a ton of paperwork." He gestured vaguely toward the pile on his desk. "Can we reschedule?"

"Sure. You have my number," he said. "Let me know." He gave a small smile then, just enough to remain polite. "Have a good day."

Voss nodded absently and was already looking back down at his desk before David fully turned away.

David walked out of the precinct the same way he had entered it—easy, perfectly ordinary.

*****

Marco was waiting when Luca and Veronica arrived at her house. Luca had spent the entire trip home oscillating between fury and focus. Veronica, exhausted enough to drift in and out, had rested with her head against the window for most of it. Marco stood in the living room, hands loose at his sides.

"Boss, welcome back."

"Get rid of the inside staff," Luca said.

"All done," Marco replied.

"Who else is here?" Luca asked.

"Just Valentina," Marco answered. "And she’s taking a nap upstairs."

Luca nodded once, taking that in, then turned immediately to Veronica. "Go get some rest."

Veronica stared at him like he had just suggested she take up knitting while the house burned down around them. "No," she said. "I want to know what is going on."

Luca stepped closer to her, enough to soften the order into intimacy. "Babe," he said quietly, "you need your rest."

"I need information."

"You’ll get it."

"When?"

"When I have the whole picture."

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