Elio didn't answer. He just glared at me looking like he was about to lose his sh.it. It was comical.
"Because I go to school with your youngest son," I told him, my eyes growing harder. "Little Alex is a grade younger than me. I made sure we were paired together for some bullsh.it Big-Brother thing. He took me over to meet them two weeks ago. You were at the office late. With Mrs. Thompson."
Elio's face turned so red it was almost purple.
"Holy sh.it, Kier," Uncle Mal murmured.
"Oh, and I also already spoke with Mr. Thompson. You know how he owns that chain of hotels. Then he started investing in electronics companies. He even invested in some fashion lines to help connect with his wife's passion for designing jewelry," I said. "He and I met last week. I told him everything, brought p
