Chapter 32 Brielle
After Bobby’s crazed night of manslaughter, his question remains in my mind.
Why don’t you ask the mafioso about mother dearest?
I tried asking Bobby about his statement days after the incident, but he claimed he had no recollection of it because of the drug-filled haze he’d been in.
So, I make the poor decision to spy on Louisa. Something doesn’t sit right with me.
In between my work shifts, I run over to her townhome a few blocks from the bread factory and hospital, trying to gauge her patterns of behavior and identify anything suspicious. I even involve Biscuit, who gladly assisted with keeping watch over her whereabouts .
But Biscuit keeps getting caught and questioned by Freddy, which gives me the notion that he must be tied into her sinister endeavors.
As I finish a shift at the hospital, I round the corner of Louisa’s townhome. It is nearly two in the morning and no one is around outside.
Peering up at her home, I notice the kitchen light is on, so I sneak through the gate to investigate.
I gasp in shock as I find Louisa in her kitchen smoking a cigarette—with the head of the Italian mob, Mr. Sabini, sitting directly across from her.
He is affectionately grasping her hands and his thumb caresses the back side of one of them.
Before I can turn to rush back to my townhome and call Everett, I run into the frame of a large man.
Freddy.
A slimy, wicked smile spreads across his face. “I think you’ve seen enough.”
Then my world goes pitch-black.