Chapter 7 - INTERROGATING THE TRAITOR
Lorenzo dragged Celeste out of the trunk and tied her to one of Evelyn's flimsy dining chairs. The heiress looked broken, mascara running down her face, trembling in the freezing apartment.
"Who brokered the deal, Celeste?" Lorenzo asked, pulling up a chair and sitting backward on it, facing her. His voice was terrifyingly calm. "The Rossis don't have the brains to coordinate a hit at the Obsidian. Who helped them?"
"Go to hell, Lorenzo," she spat.
Lorenzo sighed. He didn't yell. He didn't hit her. He simply pulled his phone out and dialed a number. "Tony. Go to the Vane estate in Lake Forest. Burn it to the ground. Yes, with her father inside."
"Wait! Stop!" Celeste screamed, thrashing against the ropes. "It was Judge Carter! He signed off on the police blockade so the Rossis could hit the restaurant without interference!"
Evelyn dropped a glass in the kitchen. It shattered loudly. Lorenzo looked over his shoulder.
"Judge... Thomas Carter?" Evelyn asked, her voice trembling.
"Yes," Celeste sobbed.
Evelyn gripped the edge of the counter. Judge Carter wasn't just a corrupt politician. He was her uncle. The man who had refused to help her father, claiming he didn't associate with criminals. The man who had left her to starve in Cicero.
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Lorenzo looked at Evelyn, reading the profound shock on her face. He ended the call, though he hadn't actually dialed anyone. It was a bluff.
"It seems, Evelyn," Lorenzo said softly, "we both have family issues to resolve tonight."
