The twins watched as Gianni's car pulled away from the hospital's parking lot. The man in the back seat was devastated and broken, shattered about the terrible news he had to deliver to his wife later on.
Jennie and Gianni both adored Dee, and Gio couldn't imagine what Jennie's reaction would be. His brother's hand on his arm had him turning.
“Marcello.”
Mary, Mother of God, Marcello. He hadn't given a thought about his cousin, or the chaos that would ensue when he heard the news.
“Ahh,” said Emilio, eyes meeting Gio's. Gio nodded. He understood Emilio perfectly. Marcello had spent months in a psychiatric hospital once; he would not be unwilling to spend more months there again when he found out who the killer was.
“St. Cloud made mention of a date between them this night.”
“Mio Dio,
