APRIL
“How did you know who that was?” I ask, still clutching my phone.
“You had your volume up too high,” Diablo replies, his voice low and steady. “I could hear him clearly. I know that voice anywhere. He’s the only cop I haven’t been able to buy, because the other families got to him first.”
I blink. “If you heard him, then you already know what he wanted.”
“He wanted to know if you saw Diablo Romano at the bar last night,” he says, pointing at his own chest. “You didn’t. And I wasn’t there.”
“Why would a cop want to know if you were at the bar?”
“He’s been after me for years,” he says, his tone sharp. “This is his best chance to put me away. Three bodies in a public place, a witness, and my name in the mix.”
“So you did kill them.”
He looks at me hard. “Would you rather they we
