Chapter Thirty One
The sunglasses abruptly came back off. “You did what?”
“And he’ll need some cosmetic surgery to repair his face.”
“He’ll have to pay for it himself.” Alisha Mosca retorted, barking out a shrill laugh.
Her response surprised Irene and she hesitated.
“Please. Sit.” Alisha indicated the chair vacated by Mrs. Roselli. “What did he do to you? I’m dying to know. It all sounds quite tantalizing.”
Irene ignored the proffered chair. She wasn’t planning on staying long. “Not me, but a friend. She’s only eighteen and he beat her so bad she’s being airlifted to a hospital in the States.”
“Jesus.” Alisha Mosca lost a bit of her tan. “And where can I find my husband now?”
“Don’t know but the Casino’s infirmary would be a good place to start.”
“And this girl, has she seen a do
