Page 35 of Shadow Of Sin
He doesn’t answer, just drops his eyes to the counter.
“The thug motherfucker one with the gold chain?”
Nothing.
“Sal, I swear to God—”
“It’s handled, Eva,” he says, raising his eyes to her.
“Bullshit. It’s not handled. I know you, Sal.” She jumps off the stool. “Which way did they go?”
“E. Sit down.”
“Which way?” she yells, her fingers balled into tight fists.
“It doesn’t matter—”
“You’re shaking.”
“I’m not—”
“Your hands,” she says. “Right now. You’re fucking shaking. What the hell, Sal?”
His eyes flash, his forehead pinched. He puts the glass down. They stare at each other and it’s like a standoff to see who’s going to blink first.
“Please,” he says in a low voice. “Just let me handle it.” Then he walks back into the kitchen, his shoulders slumped forward. Completely defeated.
Her stony expression cracks the slightest bit, and frustration seeps out when she realizes she can’t fix everything, as much as she might want to.
She turns to me. “Did you see them?”
“Yeah.”
“And you just sat there?”
“Yeah.”
“While they threatened my brother, you sat on your stool eating chicken parm.”
“I was gathering information.”
“You were gathering information.” She repeats it, an incredulous look in her eyes. She shakes her head. “That’s great, Wolfe. Really helpful. While you were gathering information, those men were in my brother’s face telling him they’re going to—”
“I know what they said. I heard every word.”
“Then why didn’t you do something?”
“Because doing something right now is how people get hurt. Including you.”
“Fuck this,” she mutters, flipping around to head for the door. I rush past her, putting myself between her and the door.
“Move,” she snaps.
“No.”
“Wolfe. Move.”
“You’re not going after them.”
