Page 76 of Out Of A Fix
And because he agreed, I felt better, which of course reminded me that I had missed asking him some questions. “So…is it true that Sienna Donohue will be moving to Chicago?”
Ticks of time went by.
“What?” He sounded like he was about to hyperventilate.
I laughed at him.
“We talked about—stay the hell out of my love life!” he ordered.
“Oh. Love life. Not dating life.” I paused for dramatic effect. “Interesting.”
“Now I remember why I hate you.”
“You only wish you hated me.”
He grunted.
I hoped my laugh sounded as sinister as intended.
“Okay, who the fuck is Richard Conti?”
“What?”
“I traced the plate, and it comes up as a rental that a Richard Conti drove out of the airport parking lot in Seattle yesterday.”
“Conti?”
“Yeah. Why? Do you know him?”
“He might be related to Marcello Conti.”
“Let me…check if—yes. Oldest son of Frank and Giulia Conti.”
“And you said he flew in yesterday?”
“Correct. He came in from San Francisco.”
“Is he staying here or in a hotel in Seattle?”
“He’s staying there at the Eena Motel. Someone went way out on a limb there naming shit.”
“Well, not everyone is gifted with cleverness.”
“Do you need me there when you confront this Richard?”
“I have to do it today, my friend,” I apprised him. “I don’t think I can wait for you.”
“I can be there by––”
“I’ve got this, no worries.”
“Okay. You’ll text me after so I know you’re good.” A statement of what I would do, not a question.
“I will.”
Neither of us hung up.
“So…is she moving to Chicago and getting her own place?” I prodded.
