It was before opening in the restaurant when Delfina’s father came into the kitchen with a solemn look on his face.
“Now what? Are you here to do more bible readings and praying over me?” She’d been pissed off to wake up this morning to her parents both standing over her bed praying silently with hands outstretched. It was more than intrusive than anything they’d done so far. She was still angry.
“Ercole’s family is back. They came before the restaurant opened hoping to talk to you. The younger man says he has questions only you can answer about a desk and a safe. I asked them to leave but they insisted on being let in. They said,” he rubbed the back of his neck, “well the mother said they have evidence you were an accomplice to some crimes which Ercole committed, and they’d take it to t
