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My eyes narrowed. Why was he wearing cologne? Who had he gone to meet? Another woman? Not that I cared…right?
“Where were you?” I hadn’t meant those to be the first words out of my mouth but apparently, I was no longer in control of my own thoughts.
He ignored my question. “Are you hungry? I’m sure dinner is ready by now.”
“I need to use a phone.”
“You have a phone.” He walked past me, heading toward the dining room. He moved so smoothly, like a panther hunting prey, quietly and self-assured.
It took me a few moments to catch up with him. When I did, he still didn’t acknowledge me.
I grabbed him by the arm, making him stop short. He turned and looked at me, his expression still unreadable.
“I need a phone that will allow me to call more than just 911 or you.” I took a deep breath. “I need to speak to Luis.”
He didn’t even pretend that he didn’t know who I was referring to. “Why?”
“I want to ask him about Jason. I want to know the truth.”
“And you think Luis will tell you that?”
His green eyes met mine, not looking away. What was there left to say?
“I hope he will.”
He dropped a phone in my hand and walked away.
This cold treatment was starting to bother me, yet he’d given me a phone to call someone who was a cop. He did it without hesitation. What did that mean?
Walking away from Dario, I went back to the bedroom and pulled my laptop closer. I had to search for the number for the station online because I didn’t have it memorized. I thanked my lucky stars for the amount of information one could find online nowadays and made the call.
I told the front desk lady who I wanted to speak with. The phone rang a second time. He picked up immediately. “This is Luis.”
“Luis,” I fought back tears upon hearing his voice. Pregnancy was making me overly emotional. “It’s Mya.”
“Mya! It’s so good to hear from you! I was worried. I’d heard you’d gotten married. I have to admit, I didn’t see that coming.” His voice sounded odd.
Did he know that I had married Dario? My head hurt. Maybe Luis did have reason to judge me. Every day I judged myself for every decision I had made since my mother died. I felt raw inside.
“It was a—surprise—for sure. But Luis, that’s not why I called. I was hoping we could talk about Jason…”
“Of course, what about Jason?”
“Do you know if he was working on any cases? Mafia-related cases?” I bit my lip and waited for him to answer.
“I can’t really say, Mya.”
My heart sank. “So that’s a yes?”
“Where’s this coming from? What’s happening?” His voice was full of concern.
“Nothing, nothing at all. I just have questions, that’s all. I just want closure, I guess.”
He was silent for a long moment and then said. “Listen, I have work to do. Maybe we can meet somewhere to talk about it. Is this your new number?”
I bit my lip. “No, I’m calling from my—uhh—it’s not my phone, but I’ll call you later.”
“Of course, no problem.” He paused and said, “Are you happy?”