“Hunting a woman at a shopping center. Perhaps I should thank you, considering Valentina does not understand the concept of limits when it comes to spending.”
I maintain my mocking expression.
“Mr. Vitale, I hope your wife has an excellent explanation for leaving and your brother disappearing during a police search. And pray that the young woman confirms your story, or you will rot in state prison.”
Completely out of control, he storms away, barking orders.
But he soon returns with the same officer.
His expression is slightly less severe now.
“I see you found nothing,” I begin the conversation he is now trying to avoid.
“Not yet,” he assures me. “But we found your wife.”
“Found her? She was neither missing nor a fugitive, so there was no need to locate her.”
I choose my words care
