24
ENZO
I was sitting in the Pinup Paradise Diner in a booth next to Tessa, and heard everything the caller on the other end of the line was saying. “It isn’t right what happened to you. Your fiancé was a real d**k, but killing him… it ain’t right.”
Tessa’s eyes should have bulged in fright, but no bitter sorrow gripped her in its icy embrace. Her eyes fixed their incredulous stare on the bottle of hot sauce on the table, and her mouth fell open.
“You there?” I gently took the cell phone from Tessa’s hand and stood up to speak to the girl on the phone.
“This is Enzo Drago, and Tessa hadn’t heard the news about Bobby.” I said; whispering, “Being dead.”
“Oh, God… she didn’t know?”
“Hadn’t heard,” I replied, looking back at Tessa. Her eyes squeezed shut as her fingers touched her parte
