Page 37 of Entangled

“You didn’t leave anything behind, did you?”

“Why aren’t you answering my questions?” Cara demanded.

Chris pulled open a drawer in the decorative hallway table, and yanked out a gun, dropping it into the bag. Cara gaped like an idiot, wondering how she had never noticed that weapon there before and how many others might be hidden in the penthouse.

Then, she had an even more pressing thought.

Why was Chris here?

He never used to come inside Gian’s penthouse without permission. No one had ever done that, from what Cara remembered. If he was doing this now, was it because of the weapons? Did he know where they were, or most of them, and did he need to get rid of them for some reason?

“Chris—”

“Okay,” Chris said, turning to face Cara with a blank expression. “Cara, you need to go unless you feel like getting dragged down to a police station to explain why you are in the boss’s place, and what you were doing here with him, amongst many other things they’ll ask. If you left something that will say you, specifically, were here, then get it and go. I don’t have the time to baby you out of this place, I have shit to do.”

Cara still didn’t move. “Where is Gian?”

“Right now, he’s either in lock up or being questioned. Based on whatever they picked up at the mansion, their warrant for this place was on the way. Do you want to be standing there when they get here or what?”

Shit.

“I should go,” Cara said.

Chris nodded. “Yeah, do that, and fast.”

Cara had just walked out of the front doors of the building when the first cruiser and unmarked car pulled up on the side of the road. The officers and one plain-clothed detective with his badge hanging around his neck, walked past her as though they had no interest in the redhead leaving the building.

She hailed a cab, and didn’t take a real breath again until she was back at her place, and hidden in her bed.

What just happened?

The question kept banging around in her head. Cara didn’t even know how to answer.

“I’m starting to think that you don’t know how to return a phone call.”

Cara almost fell off the stepladder she was using to put away groceries in the pantry at Carolina’s House. “Jesus, Zia, make some noise.”

Her aunt, Daniele, only cocked an eyebrow in response.

Carefully, Cara climbed back down the ladder, ignoring the way the floor swayed a bit under her feet when she wasn’t so high up anymore. Her new issue with heights and vertigo was becoming annoying, but she ignored it.

Ignoring it was easier than dealing with what it meant.

“I’ve called you three times this week,” her aunt said.

Cara shrugged. “I’ve been busy.”

And avoiding.

She had been avoiding everyone and anything related to the Guzzi family, the police, and the current investigation into their business for three entire weeks. That also meant ignoring her own family, mostly her aunt and uncle, who had been just one of many to be dragged into the city for questioning by police.

Cara knew better than to get involved.

Gian wouldn’t want her to, she was sure of that.

Of course, Cara had been keeping up with what she could. It seemed Gian had found himself in jail under a half of a dozen weapons charges, and according to the news, the weapons had been found at the Guzzi mansion. The weapons didn’t entirely relate to the investigation’s main objective—whatever that was, as the info hadn’t been offered—but the unregistered, illegal weapons were still grounds for charges.

Canada did not like guns on the streets, especially not illegal guns.