Chapter 50

I Dante sip a neat Scotch as I lean back in the seat and stare at the clouds through the window. My entire world just flipped on its axis and my need to get to the bottom of this is consuming me. It’s nine in the morning, and we just left LA. My body has no idea what time it is because I haven’t slept a wink. I’m too worked up to do anything but think. “This is all so fucked up, D,” Maximo says quietly as he sips a vodka. “I know.” “I can see the cogs turning in your brain. Anything you want to share?” There was always the three of us — him, me, and Lorenzo. But Maximo has always been my sounding board, listening while I think out loud. “I don’t think Kat knows my father had any interest in her,” I start. The thought that she’s somehow mixed up in something with him and has been playing me all along has crossed my mind, and it almost ate me up, but I don’t believe it. Or maybe I just can’t. “I agree. Kat is an open book, D.” “Leo said my father asked for details including dates, right?