Chapter 111

Chapter One Hundred and Eleven

Gen’s gaze drifted across the room, landing on Matteo. His dark brown eyes, flecked with green, had widened the instant she stepped inside. She knew she wasn’t doing a great job hiding her emotions. That much became obvious when even Frankie inhaled sharply as Gen smiled up at him. Although she wasn’t entirely sure what was happening in Matteo’s office, it didn’t take a detective to realize he was making moves, working tirelessly to protect his entire family. The tension had been wound tight all weekend—searching for Noah, locating Becca’s body, deciding what to do about Michele, and caring for his ill girlfriend. Matteo’s eyes remained fixed on her as Frankie quietly exited the room. Gen waited for the soft ‘whish’ of the closing door before speaking.

“Can I talk to you?” she asked softly.

Matteo blinked, as if she’d snapped him out of a trance. His fingers flew over his phone screen, typing rapidly. “I’m really sorry, but I have to step out for a bit and don’t have much time right now. I need to meet with O’Brien and make some arrangements. Can we talk when I get home tonight?” he asked.

Gen swallowed hard. “Depends—when will you be home?” she pressed.

He tilted his head, thinking it over. Clenching his fist, he began composing a new message on his phone. “Maybe late. Around two or so.”

Gen shook her head, her impatience bubbling up. She couldn’t wait that long. “No, I need to talk to you now. Matteo, please?”