Vee’s eyes flew to his instantly, her cheeks burning. She pressed her lips together. The man knew exactly what he was doing—probing, testing, pressing buttons she wasn’t ready to acknowledge.
"They can’t help it. Cassidy said not you," Voss continued, his gaze narrowing slightly, studying her reactions. "He trusts you. He adores you. If you know something that can help me find him, now is the time to tell me."
Vee’s tongue felt heavy in her mouth. Her heart pounded so loud she was certain he could hear it. She wanted to speak, to scream, to do anything that might help—but then her mind flashed to Valentina. She felt torn apart.
The choice loomed in front of her: tell the truth and risk her sister—or protect her sister and betray Cassidy. Her throat tightened, and she swallowed hard. "I... I... don’t know," she stammered, trying to protect herself with the lie, trying to buy time to breathe, to think, to reconcile the impossible.
Voss leaned closer, his dark eyes burning into hers. "You do," he said quietly. "Miss Scalese... I don’t ask lightly. Lives are on the line. Yours. His. Others. If you know something, even a small detail, it can save him. Don’t waste time."
Vee’s chest heaved. She could feel her pulse in her throat, in her ears. Heat rose to her face, her hands shaking, her heart split into shards of guilt, fear, and the anger she could barely keep from herself. "Detective Voss... I... I do not have any idea whatsoever what happened to Cassidy. And really... shouldn’t you be out there looking for him?"
"I am out there, Miss Scalese," he said. "But every lead counts. Every moment wasted is another risk for him. Right now, I need you."
Her eyes darted toward her father, and she realized the gravity of her own silence. In protecting one, she was endangering another.
"Miss Scalese? I can help you," Voss said again. "Please, let me help you. I can save you and your sister, but I need one person... just one person to come forward. I can turn his life inside out, find Cassidy before it’s too late."
"Myself and my sister are fine, Detective Voss. Please... leave and find Cassidy. Because if he is in trouble, then you put him in it!" Every muscle in her body screamed in fear for him.
"No, I didn’t," Voss said. "Your family did. Your father did. Your father dragged an innocent man, whose only crime was to love you, into this. The moment you got entangled with Luciano Genovese, Cassidy was as good as dead."
"Cassidy isn’t going to die. Please... leave! Now! Detective," she snapped, pointing toward the exit.
Voss tilted his head slightly. "Still don’t have my pizza," he said lightly.
She grabbed one of the delivery orders, her hands trembling. She shoved it at him. "On the house. Now get out."
Voss didn’t rush. He lingered. His eyes flicked to hers, holding a quiet patience. Then, finally, he turned and walked toward the door, the bell jingling behind him, leaving Vee trembling in his absence.
She exhaled slowly, and turned to her father. His eyes were downcast, his hands stuffed into his pockets. She shook her head. "Why didn’t you tell me he was asking for Valentina to call him? I could have arranged it, taken the heat off while I find a way to get her back!"


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