About an hour later, Roman walked into the room, followed by Vincenzo.
“Are you okay?” He asked, cupping my cheeks and looking into my eyes. “I’m going to kill him.”
“I’m fine,” I said, holding his wrists. I pulled him to the side and whispered. “Roman, I don’t think Marcus was acting alone. How’d you find out it was him?”
He nodded, also whispering. “Maria decided to do laundry and noticed the crest on his suit jacket was missing, plus I couldn’t account for his whereabouts today and the night Matteo was shot. We went straight to his place to question him. When I realized he wasn’t there, I got suspicious and called him. I wasn’t sure, but I acted like I was, and he ended up giving himself up.”
I sighed. I was still shaking from the whole ordeal. What if Maria hadn’t decided to do lau
