Let’s hope she’s right about the rest of it, too.
I wrestled the body into one half of the suitcase and tucked his arms, legs, and head inside until he was in a fetal position.
His wallet was on the floor with his keys, right where I’d tossed them earlier.
I took everything out – especially his driver’s license and credit cards – and wiped down the wallet and keys before tossing them in the suitcase with him.
I supposed if Ireallywanted to make sure they couldn’t identify him, I’d pull out his teeth and cut off his fingertips…
But I wasn’t gonna bethathardcore about it.
If I got lucky, it would be months before he was found.
That would be enough.
I wiped down the pistol and tossed it in.
Then I pulled his cell phone out of my pocket and turned it off.
I had no idea how to get the battery out, so I just hit the screen against the corner of the sink until it shattered, then bent the phone completely out of shape. I wiped it down and threw it in with the body.
Then I zipped the suitcase and struggled to get it upright.
It was going to be a shitshow getting this thing down the stairs…
But I was thankful I’d talked it out with Isabella.
At least I wouldn’t have to doWeekend at Bernie’swith a body that was stiff as a board.
“What do we do now?” Caterina whispered.
“We wait.”
I sat on the bed and held her in my arms.
While I did, I told her what I needed for the distraction.
“Can you do that?” I asked.
“I – I think so. But what happens after you get rid of him?”
“You’ve got to get out of Ortigia. Go back to Ragusa or Cefalù.”
“How do I get in touch with you?”
“Talk to Alessandra. I’ll call her, too – she can be our go-between.”
Cat looked at me in a panic. “This is the last time I’m going to see you, isn’t it?”
“No,” I insisted, but I couldn’t be sure.
I had no idea if I was even going tosurvivethis.
If Don Vicari found out what I had done…
Caterina buried her face in my chest. “I can’t lose you! Ican’t!”
“You won’t,” I whispered as I stroked her hair. “We’ll figure something out. I promise.”