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“Hard agree. Now we just need to figure out what to do with it.” There was some comfort in being able to say ‘we.’ I would have lost my mind if I had to deal with this all on my own.
“I had an idea about that, actually.”
“Do tell.”
“I was thinking you could call the FBI and leave an anonymous tip.”
“Oh my god, that’s a great idea!” I took a sip of wine. “Except if it’s anonymous, they won’t know who to call back.”
“Yeah, I hadn’t quite worked through that detail. I just don’t know how to do it without the hacker finding out. Since we have no idea how much he’s tracking you right now. Maybe we could get the details of who investigates this type of thing and I could just turn up at the office.”
“I’m not sure you want to get that involved.” The last thing I wanted was to drag Scarlett so far into this quagmire. It was already enough that she was letting me stay at hers.
“Sure I do. This guy is a raging asshole who deserves to be caught. I’m more than happy to play my part. I love it, in fact. So don’t argue with me about it.”
“Okay then.” More relief washed through me. I really wasn’t alone in this.
Suddenly, Scarlett straightened, tilting her head.
“What is it?”
“I think I just heard something. Out in the hall.”
I turned the heat down on the stove and we both made our way to the door. Scarlett flicked on her security camera, which gave a fish eyed view of the hallway. And my front door.
My stomach clenched when I saw a man standing there, in a cheap suit, holding a gift-wrapped package. He knocked again.
“Do you know him?” Scarlett asked quietly, pressing the record button on the camera.
I shook my head. “No, I’ve never seen him before.”
The man spoke up, his voice muffled through the door. “Miss Moretti. I’m a friend of yours. Or looking to be, at least. Please come and talk to me. You don’t need to open the door, but I really need to talk to you.”
Scarlett leaned closer to the screen. “He’s cute,” she whispered, almost to herself.
I rolled my eyes, giving her a nudge with my elbow. “Now is not the time, Scarlett.”
“There’s always time for hot men. But seriously, what should we do?”
“No idea.”
“Hmm. Lemme have another look.” Her nose was practically touching the screen now.
“You know, you could be perving on a criminal right now.”
Then she let out a gasp and pushed me behind the door, pulling it open. “Can I help you?” Her voice was steady and confident.
I frowned. What the fuck?
There was a pause before the man spoke. “I’m not sure. I’m looking for Stefania Moretti. Can you tell me when she’ll be home?”
“That depends on who’s asking.” Oh look, she had her courtroom face on. Very fucking intimidating.
Another pause. “Just a friend.”
Scarlett crossed her arms. “You don’t look like a friend.”
I moved so I could look through the crack in the door. The guy looked taken aback. “What’s that supposed to mean?”