Page 66 of Stolen Kisses
“Thanks again for coming, everything we do helps.” Jerry nodded.
“I agree.”
Gio and I left him.
“I’ll contact you later when I go through this.” I said to Gio as we took our descent down the stairs.
“Good, then we can match up stuff. Alex and I did a lot of work with Gibbs yesterday. Would be good if you could get a name or two, or a lead.”
I nodded in agreement.
We walked down the stairs and I got that weird sensation again. This time I stopped and turned.
“What?” Gio asked.
I didn’t answer I continued looking around and finally saw him.
It was a guy on the second floor, on the opposite side to where we’d been in Jerry’s office. He’d been watching and the minute I looked up he’d looked away and started walking across to the atrium.
I continued watching him as he walked and I realized I’d seen this fucker before.
Short black hair, long pointed nose I wasn’t likely to forget, a limp like he’d had a bad leg for a long time and had gotten used to walking that way. He had a thin stature with no muscle at all, and those eyes—big and bulbous.
He was the kind of person you remembered, because of the peculiarity in the way he looked and how he carried himself.
Yes, I’d seen him before. It was him.
Years ago, I’d seen him before with Christina at the Crowthorne Society. That had been the first time I’d seen him.
The thought made me move back up the steps we’d just come from. Gio followed me. Gio followed not needing to ask any more questions, he just came with me, backing me up.
I kept my gaze trained on the guy, but fuck as we got around to that section he turned off somewhere. I didn’t know which fucking way he went.
I stopped and balled my fists growling.
I’d seen that fucker with Christina. He was the driver I saw in the Bentley that had carried Christina and Donny Manello. He drove them to the Crowthorne. Then I saw him here again on the same day I argued with Christina.
That was four days before she was murdered.
Chapter 19
Dante
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10 years ago …
Fucking bike. I clenched my fists and tried to keep calm.
Gio cast a glance at me and frowned.
I was fixing the engine on Claudius’ bike. He wanted to make the bike faster and heard I was the best at doing anything like that.
I just wasn’t when I was pissed.
“Hey kid, don’t you dare mess up my Harley.” Claudius frowned.
I looked at him and blinked.
