When we walked through the doors of the diner, I stiffened, stopping dead in my tracks.
"What happened to just calling Frankie?" I whispered to Scott.
"I did call Frankie. I'm as surprised as you are," he said, just as his father and Frankie saw us.
I instantly saw red. Something told me we were about to be ambushed. My instinct was to call my father, who could end all of this with one phone call. Of course, Don Angelo wasn't in the habit of giving something for nothing. And there was only one thing he wanted as far as I was concerned: me. No longer being daddy's little girl had its drawbacks.
No sooner had we sat down opposite Frankie and Jeff than Jeff went off on Scott.
"You lied to me and left out important information concerning a potential homicide, including your connection to
