Page 72 of Gin & Trouble

I blew out a breath and typed in the identifiers to pull up the right feeds. “Next time lead with that.”

“Seriously, though. How did you not know? It hit the police scanners hours ago.”

I’d screwed up, overslept with Frankie, gotten distracted chatting with Iris—but none of that was any of his business. “Contrary to what you might think, I don’t work twenty-four-seven. I have a life.”

“Where’s Frankie? I’ve been meaning to have a little chat with her.” That he could go from our brother possibly being shot to asking about my girlfriend so casually freaked me the hell out. The old Marco, before he’d becomecapo, would have shouted, demanded, and prayed until he’d seen Enzo was safe with his own two eyes.

Ignoring his questions and my growing sense of unease, I opened the first feed. “I’m surprised it’s taken you this long to stop by.”

“Nico wanted to come, but the baby hasn’t been feeling well.” He waved his hand. “Never mind that. Where—”

I motioned to the images of a blonde woman lying on the ground near the service entrance of the restaurant.

Marco leaned closer to the monitor. “Rewind and play it again.”

We watched the woman exit a car, glance around as if nervous, and hurry to the service entrance. It appeared she rang the bell and spoke to whoever opened the door. A split second later, her head jerked to the side and…if I had to guess, she’d died before hitting the ground.

“Jesus.” Marco dragged his hand down his face. “Any chance you have a camera on the inside of that door?”

Nodding, I typed in the code to switch views.

The image on the screen changed to the kitchen. In the back, right hand corner, the service entrance was visible. I moved the video forward in increments of five seconds until Enzo stepped into the frame. He turned his head, likely hearing the buzzer, and walked to the door.

“Was that shot meant for him?” My hands trembled to the point I had a hard time zooming in on the images.

“It’s possible, but we need to get an ID on that woman.” He took his phone from his pocket. “I’ve been trying to reach Enzo since I heard about the shooting. The asshole had me worried sick he’d been shot.”

He freaking lied?

“Could have fooled me. You acted like you knew Enzo was fine.” I pulled up video feeds of the parking lot, inside the dining room, and the kitchen.

Marco shrugged. “The poker face is a necessity. I’ve learned to keep my emotions locked up, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel them.”

“I’ll remember that. Have you tried to call Shanna?” The last thing we needed was for Enzo’s spitfire of a wife to find out about the shooting and assume the worst.

“She’s not answering either.”

I did a double take at the footage from the parking lot. Shanna, a bodyguard, and Leo’s girl had arrived shortly after the police. “Never mind, I found her and Dahlia. Any idea what they’re doing there?”

“None, but I’ve never been so thankful Nico isn’t close with her sisters-in-law or Dahlia. Add Maggie to the mix and you have a triple the trouble with those two.” He chuckled. “See what you can dig up on the victim. I need to run.”

“Sure thing.” I didn’t have the heart to tell him it could be hours before I got a name on the dead woman.

Marco’s phone rang. A half second later, mine went off with Kincaid’s ringtone.

He gave me a worried look, strode a few feet away, and answered.

I pressed my cell to my ear. “Marchion—”

Kincaid spoke before I’d managed to get my name out. “Sir. We have word Enzo is en route to Tulane Medical Center. Gunshot wound to the chest. No info on his condition.”

My brain screeched like a dial up modem. “That’s impossible. I’m looking at the security feed. The victim was female.”

The pounding on my front door told me there was a problem, a big one.

To my left, Marco appeared to be having the same conversation, but judging by his soft, soothing tone, he was either speaking to Nico or our mother.

“There was a second shooting. We need to get you to the hospital. I have a car waiting downstairs. Your mother and the rest of your family are on their way.”

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