Page 109 of Mob Bride

She’s still looking at me. I dip my chin. She’ll have to feed them something, or they will arrest her.

“I fled Tymoteusz Nowakowski and his men when they planned to kill me.”

“But did they try?”

“Yes.”

That surprises Philly. I can see him now that he’s standing across the table from Carrie. He thinks his height, since she’s seated, will intimidate her if his seniority and position as her supervisor don’t. Mental and physical manipulation. Oh, how I know it well.

Carrie volunteers nothing more. It obviously irritates Phil.

“How did they try to kill you?”

“When I ran, they shot at me.”

“Where did this take place?”

“Queens.”

“Where in Queens, Carys?” He softens his tone, and I watch Carrie struggle not to smirk.

“A neighborhood. I don’t know what it’s called.”

She probably doesn’t. It’s not like the gates leading into Beverly Hills with huge gold lettering. It’s far more subtle. Even before most of the Four Families moved in there, it’s such a wealthy neighborhood no residents want to draw attention to it. It’s why the community has a gate, and so do most of the individual properties.

“What happened in the neighborhood? How did you get there?”

“I told you I ran. They followed me and shot at me.”

“You’re in one piece.”

“Thank God.” Carrie’s tone has a twinge of sarcasm, but I think she genuinely feels that way. I know I do.

“How did you get away from them?”

“I hid.”

“Where?”

“A house. A gate was open, so I ran through it. I hid on someone’s property until I was certain they couldn’t shoot me.”

“Then what?”

“I left.”

“And went where?”

“Somewhere safe. I told you this over the phone yesterday, Phil.”

“How did you get to Mr. O’Rourke’s home?”

“By car.”

“Who drove it?”

Her brow furrows, and she appears confused. “I don’t remember.”

I believe her. I don’t think she took in much of what happened then except I was there, and she felt safe.

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