Page 9 of Wrapped in Silver

“I did give you something. Ruling out one of the biggest fucking crime organizations is a pretty damn good hint.”

“Yeah, well. I’m still empty.” I frown, holding his eyes.

The way his nose turns white at the tip instead of pink, and how his cheeks somehow stay tan despite the cold… he really is like one of those movie vampires. A hot Italian one, though.

He’s like twenty years older than you, Quinn. Cut it out.

“Tick tock, Silver. Any minute and my knight in blue cloth armor is going to be knocking.” I raise my eyebrows.

“Are you threatening me in my own house?” He takes a step closer and pinches my chin.

I smack him away, teeth bared. I must look like a Yorkie to him. But the anxiety in me jumbles my thoughts. I’m desperate. I have no answers and a belly full of boiling anger… at myself.

I could’ve killed those two burglars.

Dad…

“Nothing else is goddamn working.” I let my arms fall to their sides.

“I told you once, kid. I’m not getting involved.”

“Then for all I know you’re in on it,” I raise my voice.

“Yes. I’m circling the house of a police captain hours after I abduct him. Great theory. What else you got?”

My phone buzzes, so I go to lift it out of my pocket. I can’t help but feel triumphant, holding a bratty smile as I wave the phone in his face. “If I don’t pick up… someone’s going to track me down.”

What the hell am I doing?

I reallyamacting like a kid.

“Go ahead. You’re trespassing,” he says evenly and stomps into the kitchen.

I scoff and pick up the phone.

“Uncle F. Please say something good.” I bite my clear-coated nails.

His silence is deafening.

“Uncle F?”

“Quinn. We have a lead. It’s nothing to start jumping up and down about yet, but one of the mechanics on Barrett Street has footage of two masked suspects changing cars from a black Suburban to a black pick-up.”

“Did they have someone else with them?” I’m scared to death of the response.

“Unclear. They transferred a lot of cargo on the wrong side of the camera,”Ferraro says. “But don’t you worry, hun. Our top guys are on it.”

“Anything I can do?” I move onto the next nail.

“Just stay safe. They’re still at large, and we don’t know what they want.”

“Okay.”

“We’ll find him,”he repeats before the phone cuts out.

I don’t know what it is. Pure exhaustion, the hesitation in F’s voice, or the visual of my dad being carried out as cargo in a body bag, but I drop my phone and collapse to my knees, sobbing into my hands.

Chapter 4

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