“Can you get a picture of her and maybe find out where she is so we can question her?” Dante asks.
“I can try.”
“Great.” Dante picks up the bill for everyone’s breakfast and then we all exchange phone numbers and say our goodbyes as we head back with our men. They pack the SUV for our trip into Pranzano that’s just further inland. The sports car doesn’t have much trunk space.
In the car, I text Laura and ask her if she’s heard about Ignazio.
No, why do you ask?
No reason, just wondering if Uncle Federico is okay. How was he with the funeral?
Fine. You should have been here.
I know, it couldn’t be helped. You know how it is with an Italian man when he sets his foot down.
Well, you were missed.
I know Papa’s associates would note my absence, but what is more important is all the bosses showed up and pledged to my brother.
We’re on the road and the radio plays softly as we’re still tired.
“It was a very nice wedding even if Juliet had something big planned.”
“I never imagined meeting my brothers like this.”
“How was that for you?”
“Good, strange, but overall, I felt at home with them.”
“I guess so. I mean, your family got bigger. How will your mother take it?”
“Speaking of her, I spoke to her the other day. I need to take you by to meet her.”
“Oh.” I’m surprised as he’s never mentioned meeting his family before.
“I’m taking you to where the famous butcher of all of Italy is, he has his home and restaurant and butcher shop in Pranzano.”
“Really?”
“Yes, in fact, he knows about everyone. Very Italian, loves to wear the colors of our flag. As old as he is, he’s on social media. Go figure.” He chuckles.
“And his beef is amazing?”
“You’ve heard of him.”
“Of course, he’s traveled extensively, and he had a TV show. Mama loved to see him cook.”
“Well, that’s the surprise.”
“Did I ruin it?”
“No.”
“We’re almost there.”
“Are Savio and Micro behind us?”
Massimo looks in the mirror, “Yes, two cars behind.”