Lorenzo assumed a woman with a broken leg couldn't get far. He was wrong.
"Don." His men reported in. "Elena took a cab. She went to city hall."
City hall.
Lorenzo went cold.
Could I be trying to divorce him?
He tore off to city hall.
He ran into a clerk in the parking lot, a man who recognized him.
"Lorenzo De Luca? Good timing. I was about to put these in the mail to you. Your divorce papers."
The clerk held out a folder.
"What divorce?" Lorenzo had him by the collar. "I never agreed to any divorce. My wife and I are fine."
The clerk was a veteran. He'd seen divorces turn ugly. He kept his cool.
"There's a thirty-day waiting period. You could have called it off in that window. You never showed."
Lorenzo's teeth ground together.
He never showed because he never knew.
He tore
