Page 27 of Nicco

“Why do I have to come?” Lord asked as we stepped out of the elevator with Punchy walking in front of us and Lefty walked behind us.

“Because I asked you to. Just chill.”

“Is this going to take long?”

“Of course not.” I glared at him.

Punchy knocked on the door and it opened. We all stepped inside. Lord and I took a left and were in the bedroom. It was a kill room that once was a one-bedroom suite. There was plastic on the floor and the walls. I had someone remove all the furniture and the bed a few years back. I didn’t want blood to get on anything, so removing the furniture helped in a major way. If the carpet, walls and ceiling were covered in plastic, it would make for an easy cleanup job for the disposal of bodies.

Cenzo was leaning against a plastic covered wall staring into his phone. We he saw me and Lord, he greeted us with a head nod.

“Hey.” Cenzo said. “She’s ready to talk.”

I looked from him to the woman sitting on a sheet of plastic on the floor. Her legs were in front of her and she was tied at the ankles with a rope. Her arms were tied behind her back. There was a gray strip of duct tape on her mouth.

“You should probably take off your jacket.” I ignored Cenzo and walked over to the escort.

I squatted in front of her to get a good look at her green eyes. Every woman was my father’s type. I mean, this Carla broad was all right, but she wasn’t going to win any beauty pageants. Her body was an eight, but her face was a solid six. She had big fake tits, so that was an advantage in her line of work.

Ripping the tape from her mouth, I heard her let out a gasp. She didn’t scream, but she was afraid. Her eyes were searching the room.

“Carla, do you know who I am?”

“Yes, Dominicco Bregoli’s son.”

I shook my head and pushed the hair down that had fallen into her eyes.

“So, I need to know what happened the day my father died.”

“Nothing. I went over there, and when I left, he was alive. He was. I don’t know what happened after I left.”

“Slow down. I need a step by step. There are video cameras in and around my father’s home. I will know if you’re lying.”

“Okay.”

“How did you get to his house?”

“I drove my car. Mr. Bregoli’s security buzzed me into the gate so I could drive up to the house.”

“Where did you park?”

“In the front, at the front door, like I always do.”

“What did you do before the sex?”

“Ah, I came in and we talked a little like we always do and then we went back to his bedroom.”

“I think you’re leaving something out.” I didn’t have time for this. The funeral was tomorrow, and she needed to give me real answers. Not this bullshit.

“I’m not. I promise.”

I stood up on my feet and walked over to Cenzo. He gave me a pair of nitrile gloves from his inside suit jacket pocket. I carefully put the gloves on and strolled back over to Carla.

She looked up at me as tears streamed down her cheeks. “Mr. Bregoli, your father, was alive when I left him. I was told he had a heart attack. I didn’t do anything to him.”

“You didn’t. There was no BDSM. It was regular sex. Nothing that would cause a hear attack. He was alive. You can look at the cameras. His heart stopped after I was gone.”

“That’s true.” I glanced over at Lord and Cenzo chatting with each other, then back to Carla.

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