Page 108 of Hot Momosa

“This isn’t the time,” Leo said.

While I appreciated his concern, I wasn’t in the mood for chivalry. In fact, the conversation about going to Baton Rouge had left me downright cranky. “It’s okay. The sooner we know who did this and why, the sooner I’ll feel safe.”

“You should know Harry was with me today. We were going over the latest poll numbers from about noon until I got the call,” Dad said.

I met his gaze and raised my chin. “You and I both know that people like Harrison never do their own dirty work.”

“You’re right about that, but he heard about the shootings the same time I did. He was shocked.” He held his hands up. “And before you say it, the man is a piss-poor actor.”

I disagreed. In fact, I believed Harry deserved an Academy Award for hiding his violent side from me for over a year. “Who else would want both me and his ex-wife dead?”

“That’s the million-dollar question. It turns out there was security footage of your shooting.” He pulled his phone out. “Are you up for taking a look?”

Video? Of the shooting? Of Enzo?

The alarm on the machine monitoring my vitals went off. No surprise, my heart felt like it would explode any second. Rather than giving in to my rollercoaster of emotions, I settled on one.

Anger.

I wanted to know who the hell tried to kill me.

Leo sucked in a breath. “She’s been through enough today. It can wait.”

“I agree, but if she recognizes the assailant the police—”

“Both of you, stop talking about me as if I’m not here. Let me see it.” I held out my hand. “And press the silent button on that damned monitor, will you?”

Leo and my father exchanged glances.

I’d wanted them to have the kind of relationship that allowed for family dinners, father and son-in-law golf outings, and good-natured ribbing for as long as Leo and I had dated. However, I was beginning to see a huge problem with it. They were both overprotective to the point of being overbearing.

Although me watching the video had been his idea, my dad hesitated. “Leo’s right. You’re going to have to give a statement tomorrow. It’s probably best to wait and see the footage at the station.”

“You mean the sanitized version that only shows the shooter?” I motioned for the phone. “No thanks. I want to see all of it.”

He fiddled with his cell before handing it to me. “You both should see it.”

Leo frowned and leaned close to get a better view.

I pressed play and did my best to watch the recording with a sense of detachment.

That’s not me. That’s no one I know. It’s like the countless other security videos they show on the news. Strangers.

“Christ.” Leo looked away. “Enzo saved your life.”

“I don’t want to think about what would have happened if he hadn’t gotten me to the SUV.” I scrolled back, and watched again. This time I pressed pause on an image of a person with something in her hand. The camera angle didn’t show the gun, but judging by the way she held her arm, I didn’t know what else it could be. I zoomed in on the still frame and showed it to Leo.

“That’s…a woman.” He furrowed his brow.

My father shook his head. “The woman isn’t the shooter. She either screams or shouts, likely after the gun went off. Watch it again and pay attention to the large man with the hat.”

I nudged Leo. “Get Stuart. He was parked a few feet away. Something in the video could jog his memory.”

He asked the bodyguard to step inside. The three of us studied the video, pausing it and moving it in slow motion, three more times.

“I noticed her running toward the restaurant when I pulled up.”

“You saw someone running toward my daughter and didn’t think to stop them?” My father glared. “You’re her bodyguard, are you not?”

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