Wipe that shit off your ugly face or I’ll wipe it for you.“Excuse me?”
“Where were you on March 11th between seven p.m. and one a.m. on March 12th?”
My nostrils flare. “With Mrs. Abel, doing my job, protecting her while she’s out having dinner withyouat The Alchemist.”
The motherfucker smirks again. “What time did you reach her house after dinner?”
“A little before midnight. I didn’t leave the house until the next evening. You’re welcome to check the security footage to confirm.”
“How do you describe Blake Abel as a person, Mr. Morra?”
A piece of shit that doesn’t deserve Birdie, just like you.But what’s Abel got to do with Gia’s death when I’m one hundred percent positive her killer is in this room? “He’s my client’s husband.”
“And?”
“It’s hard to form an opinion about a man you’ve only met once,” I lie.
“When did you meet him?”
Eight years ago. “My first day on the job at my client’s house.”
“Was he still living with Mrs. Abel back then?”
“No. He’d stopped by. Was shocked she hired us without his approval. He got angry and tried to fire us. When she stood up for herself, he…” My fists ball as I remember the feeling of his face bruising under my punches.
“He what?”
“Became a threat to my client I had to neutralize.”
“He attacked her?”
I nod. “It’s all on camera. Again, you’re welcome to check the footage. Why the sudden interest in my client’s husband?”
“Please just answer the questions, Mr. Morra. Was Mr. Abel carrying that day he attacked your client?”
You little piece of shit. When I prove you’re the stalker bastard, I’m gonna enjoy watching you take your last breath. Let’s see who will have the power then.
“Mr. Morra?”
I nod again. “I confiscated the weapon after he tried to attack her.”
“Where is it now?”
I think you know exactly where it is. I see what you’re doing here, scumbag. You want to pin your murder on Abel and be the fucking hero in Birdie’s eyes. Not on my watch, you prick.“I returned it to him after the team escorted him out of the premises.”
He stares at me for a while. I stare back without a blink.
He clicks his pen and turns a page on his notepad. “What kind of gun did he carry?”
“A Glock 23.”
CHAPTER 10
Birdie
Tristan ushers me out of the station. We exchange a glance, my heart rumbling in its cage. What the hell is going on? What evidence have the police found that connects Saldana’s murder to Gia’s? Why do they insinuate Blake killed my assistant? With a gun I have?
What story are you writing, Butterfly Man? Because it certainly isn’t mine.He controls the narrative again, and I can’t figure out the twist or even when it’s going to hit.