Detective/Don
How is it thateveryone else is blind to what this man is doing but me? There’s no way that I am seeing this much incorrectly. I mean, I know that I am a new detective. I know that I have to earn the right for people to trust my judgment, but I have three witnesses who were willing and ready to testify against Angelo Costa. The moment we got the arrest warrant, all three individuals disappeared. The warrant was revoked, and the entire case fell apart.
I’ve been told several times to leave it alone, but I can’t. I know that Angelo Costa killed Roberto Abate. It seems as though every time I get information, it disappears. I know that there is a leak in this office, but I can’t seem to figure out who it is. Captain Phillip Ricci is constantly telling me that it could cost me my life if I keep pushing. I think that is his friendly way of saying that I’m getting close, and people are going to get mad about it. The more he bitches at me for staying on the case, the closer I know I’m getting.
I’ve had closed door meetings with district attorney Maria Ramos. She has basically told me that if I can get her solid proof that can stick through court without disappearing that she will get me the arrest warrant herself. Her fear is that I will get too close and get myself killed, but I am determined to take the fucker down. I haven’t been able to meet him in person yet, but from whatever everyone else says, he’s charming. Ted Bundy was charming, but you see what he did.
I sit back in my chair and close my eyes. There has to be something I can do. No one will even go and talk to him though. I wonder if the captain will let me go talk to him? I doubt it, but the worst he can say is no.
“Boggs,” Captain Ricci barks.
“Yes, sir?” I ask, opening my eyes.
“Enjoying your nap?” he asks.
“I would enjoy it more if no one interrupted it,” I say with a sweet smile, and he shakes his head at me. “I’m just thinking, Phillip.”
“About? Please don't tell me it’s about that damn Angelo Costa case,” he says.
“Why hasn’t anyone talked to him? I don’t even mean to question him. I just mean a basic conversation,” I say.
“Because he’s just a businessman, Laura. All you are going to do is get yourself sued,” he says.
“Can I go talk to him?” I ask and he sighs.
“Come on. If I get sued, that’s on me. I know the risks. If I’m wrong, I get sued. If I’m right, I get killed. Either way, it doesn’taffect you,” I say as I stand up. “Come on. I swear to God, I won’t ask anything about Roberto Abate.”
“Don’t even bring him up, Laura. I’m serious. Okay?” he says with a sigh.
“Okay,” I smile.
“You are too sassy and bubbly, you know that?” he asks with a frown.
“It’s not my fault you’re a grumpy old man,” I say as I grab my bag and gather my laptop and files.
“Please be careful,” he says. I promptly turn around and smile at him.
“He’s just a businessman. I’ll be fine,” I say.
“Right,” he nods then turns and walks away.
If I didn’t know better, I’d say he’s the leak. He is the only one I have communicated with about this, but I have hit every roadblock possible. If Angelo Costa is waiting for me when I get there, I’ll know that the captain is dirty.
I’d like to think that I have a good poker face. I think if he suspected at all that I was also investigating him, he wouldn’t let me anywhere near Angelo. He would probably have me reassigned to a different unit to get me away from it. Everyone thinks that I am this young, hotshot detective who doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Everyone underestimates me and what I am capable of. That’s not to say I couldn’t walk in there and get shot in the face. Angelo is a mafia boss. He’s been doing this shit since I was a kid, I’m sure.
From what I know about him, he is forty years old, compared to me being twenty-eight. He’s an only child and he became Don when his father was murdered ten years ago by an unknown assailant. His mom died in childbirth with him. He has an endless list of aunts, uncles, and cousins. One of his cousins, Mario, is his underboss. His shell company is a massive chain of authentic Italian restaurants. They are called Dolce Vita and unfortunately, they are really fucking good.
I go to my car and check my makeup. The last thing I need is it to look like I am not put together. I need to come across as friendly but in control. I am used to having control though, so it comes naturally to me. I have been on my own since my parents died when I was ten. I learned everything the hard way from friendships to relationships. I don’t have friends and if I do date, it doesn't last long. Men can’t handle how dedicated to my work I am. I seem to attract the ones who have to be the one in control instead of us being equals.
My long and wavy blonde hair is loosely pulled back. I have black slacks and a snug fitting, light pink blouse. I have black shoes on but they’re appropriate for running, should I need to. My weapon is on my hip with my badge next to it on my belt. When I know I look presentable, I back out of my parking spot and follow my GPS to Angelo Costa’s home.
I pull up to the gate and a man walks out of the guard shack to greet me. “Nature of your visit?” he asks. He is a stern looking man, but probably one of his soldiers if he’s working the gate.
“I am Detective Laura Boggs. I am here to speak with Angelo Costa,” I say kindly.
“Do you have a warrant?” he asks.
“For a conversation? No, I don’t” I chuckle dryly.