Follow the Money (Detective Kate Rosetti Mystery Book 3) by Gina LaManna

Author:Gina LaManna [LaManna, Gina]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: LaManna Books
Published: 2020-06-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

R usso forked a piece of chocolate cake and popped it into his mouth. “So, is this the sort of thing that gets Kate Rosetti in the mood? Chocolate cake and a stakeout?”

“What sort of mood are we talking about?” I reached for the other takeout box and sectioned off a piece of tiramisu. “Hunting down killers?”

Russo laughed. “I can honestly say I’ve never enjoyed a stakeout so much.”

“Me neither,” I said. “But don’t give yourself too much credit. I’m mostly talking about the cake.”

Still smiling, Russo gave a shake of his head and turned to look over me through the window. I sat in the passenger’s seat of his rental car while he’d reclined the driver’s seat and lounged accordingly.

Out my window and across the street sat the old Asian restaurant that Gayle had specified. As far as I knew, none of the players had arrived yet. I’d checked Asha’s messages—she’d basically confirmed what we already knew.

She said there’d been chatter on some of the internet forums about the poker game, confirming it was on for tonight. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been able to isolate specific people and connect them to their usernames yet, but it would only be a matter of time.

Jimmy and Frankie were already in place. They’d selected a spot a half a mile down the road. I hadn’t called Asha back, nor had I informed Jimmy of our plans to join the stakeout. As far as I knew, we were invisible to all.

“Are you sure you don’t want to give Jones a nod that we’re here?” Russo asked, glancing over his shoulder. “Won’t he be annoyed to find out you came to the stakeout and didn’t tell him?”

“Yes, and that’s exactly why I’m not telling him,” I said. “We’re not here on official business. I’m wearing a dress for crying out loud.”

“It wouldn’t hurt to say hello.”

“It would hurt,” I said. “It would pain me deeply.”

Russo gave a throaty chuckle. “I’m guessing that part isn’t about the case.”

“No,” I moaned. “He made me promise to take the night off and spend it with you.”

“Well, I think you’re doing just that,” Russo said. “We’re here together enjoying a fantastic dessert. You look fabulous and, like you said, you’re not on the clock. Check and check.”

“It doesn’t exactly spell romance.”

“I can fix that.” Russo heaped a piece of chocolate cake on his fork, one heavy with frosting. He leaned over, waited for me to part my lips, then slipped it inside.

I closed my eyes at the taste of the fine chocolate, light and airy, the frosting a perfectly sweet touch. “That is amazing.”

“We could’ve gone to a movie,” he pointed out. “But this is far more romantic. It’s like a drive-in, just without the screen. If we were in a movie theater, we couldn’t talk, couldn’t do this.”

I looked curiously at him, but I didn’t have time to process what he meant before he closed off the takeout box and tossed it lightly onto the backseat. His arm came up and around me, pulled me closer to him.

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