Page 64 of The Woman at the Funeral

“Yes. But…”

She turned to look at me.

And I knew what had the lines forming between her brows.

“But the Ferraro family took all of Matt’s shit. Electronics included.”

“Fuck,” someone down the table hissed.

“Get it back,” Lorenzo said, looking at me.

“I will go over there as soon as possible. Then I can have Zen go through it all.”

“The cops have his phone, right?” Lorenzo asked.

“I assume so. It wasn’t on the street. And I was there not long after the shooting.”

“We can see if our contacts can slip it out,” Emilio offered.

“Yeah, you get on that. Alright, Blair. Is there anything else you can think of that was weird about Matt, especially about Nico or his family?”

“Honestly, he didn’t talk about Nico much. Aside from saying he was going to see him or something like that. His family were the ones to gush about Nico.”

“Any chance the family is in on this?” Lorenzo asked, looking at me.

“That’s hard to say. They were all close. But it turns out Matt was really good at keeping secrets.”

“If you could do some careful digging…”

“I’ll give it a go. But they are a close family. If they think I’m implying something, they will close ranks and shut me out.”

“I could get answers out of ‘em,” Brio offered.

“Let’s put a pin in that,” Lorenzo said. But we all knew that, if we couldn’t get anywhere, nothing was off the table when it came to protecting our Family.

“Okay, Blair. One more question for now.”

“Okay.”

“Can we have access to Matt’s phone records? Could you get them for us?”

Blair shifted in her chair, a pink flush creeping across her cheeks.

“No, I can’t do that.”

“Look, we don’t care if you were fucking around on that shithead,” Cosimo said.

“What? No. No, it’s not that. Matthew wasn’t on my phone plan. He was… still on his mom’s plan.”

There were a few snorts and chuckles down the table.

“Sorry,” she said. “I wish I could be more help. But… Matthew and I… we weren’t good for a long time,” she admitted.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” Lorenzo assured her. “We’re not blaming you for what he did. We just needed to get as much straight as possible. If you want to head to the back of the house, there’s coffee in the kitchen.”

“Okay. Thanks,” she said, giving me a nervous look as she rose from her chair and moved out of the room with Goya.

“She can have him,” Brio said once they were gone. “Shelter won’t even make me do any paperwork. Might be good for her to have a dog now.”

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