Finding the runaway wife (3)

Curtis

Lyra Giannelli, now known as Eloise Dalton, was as hard to find as her sister. I already knew she was Samantha’s cousin from overhearing their argument but I still couldn’t find her, not even with Giancarlo’s help. Eventually, I had to ask Samantha and I had to promise not to harm a hair on her head before I got any useful information.

Good, because I didn’t plan to hurt her. She was more useful to me alive, anyway.

I watched as the debate played out on her face, if she would be able to run past me if she tried. She decided against it. Smart girl. I didn’t track her down just to let her escape.

She sat down opposite me. “Make it quick. I have to get home.”

“Of course.” I let her settle down before I asked what I knew she was already expecting. “Where is she?”

“Who?”

“Don’t play dumb with me.”

She crossed her arms at her chest. “What do you expect me to tell you? That I know where to find your wife? Why would I know that if you don’t?”

I knew what she was worried about. “Look, I