One Last Kill by Spenser Warren

Author:Spenser Warren [Warren, Spenser]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781732990104
Publisher: Pulse Pounding Publications
Published: 2019-02-09T22:00:00+00:00

32

Vinnie’s voice quivered. The look in his father’s eyes was as sharp as a jagged edge of stone. Caruso was dead. Such news should’ve been cause for a joyous celebration. But Vinnie knew something was off.

Instead of his usual vodka soda, Vinnie helped himself to a glass of his father’s favorite brandy. Alfredo had polished off one glass and started on another before he finally spoke.

“I took some interesting phone calls. Just when it seemed all of our problems were solved, we’ve got more shit to deal with.”

The boss’s voice rose with each word. When Vinnie didn’t react to his father’s sudden burst of hostility, Alfredo picked up his drink, shot it down his throat, and threw the glass into the open fireplace, breaking it into pieces.

“You listen to me, you son of a bitch. I want you to explain everything. You left this house in a rush, and I knew you were pissed off. I sent Frankie out to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid, and what do you know? A cop on our payroll calls telling me Caruso is finally knocked off and says poor Frankie is dead. You want to explain that one?”

Alfredo rose out of his chair and stared at Vinnie like a priest gazing disdainfully upon his sinful congregation. His knuckles turned ghostly white as the blood rushed down to his fingers, which formed tightly into fists on top of the desk. The scare tactics may have worked on others, but Vinnie had seen them too many times to take them seriously.

“I don’t know anything about Frankie. I never saw him.”

“You never saw him?” Alfredo leaned forward on his knuckles, spit flying from his lips and landing on Vinnie’s forehead as he moved in closer.

“No, I didn’t,” Vinnie lied. He had to find a way to divert his father’s attention back to Caruso’s death. That was the real triumph and Vinnie planned to be rewarded with his father’s favor once he took credit for the mayor’s downfall.

Alfredo removed his fists from the desk and studied them, as if expecting damage.

“Alright, what happened? Where’d you go after you left the house?”

“I went to my apartment. I needed to cool off for a while. Frankie called me and asked where I was. When I told him I was at my place, he told me to meet him on Polk Street for a drink. He wasn’t at the bar but I did see Caruso there. I was armed, and I figured it was a risk, but he didn’t know what I looked like thanks to this disguise I had on. I shut the bathroom down and figured he’d drink enough that he’d have to take a piss eventually. When he refused to wait in line for the women’s, I waited out back, knowing he would take a piss outside. I was ready and waiting for him.”

Alfredo wrinkled his nose and his eyebrows squeezed closer together in a sign of confusion. “Wait a minute. You’re telling me it’s

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