Losing The Past

Part 13

I was glad that no one was in the vehicle with me, I was going over the conversation I had with Vincent, he was way to honest for his own good. I guess that was good for me, I could read him like an open book. I even read into the things he vaguely touched, like his family and work.

It felt like it didn't take long at all and the car pulled up in front of the hotel looking building that I knew held Chuck and his boss, Arthur Catelli. The door is opened for me, it is Chet and Shania. I get out with a smile and nod, Chet returns the nod as the front doors open and Chuck is the first one out the door, he beelines for me and pulls me into his arms, wrapping me tight in his embrace.

Instinctively I wrap my arms around his neck as well, relishing in the feel of him just holding me. I didn't realize how tight my muscles were clenched this whole night as I feel my body relax completely in his arms, a sigh of contentment leaves my lips.

"I was so worried about you Gnome." he murmurs against my hairline. "When his goons escorted me out and told me my night was over I almost panicked. Thankfully Marshal was there waiting and we sat together and watched and made sure you were okay. I am so proud of you babe, you did good." his voice was just above a whisper as he spoke to me, I could feel his body tremble, he was really worried about me.

"Sorry to ruin your moment, but Uncle is ready to hear what Naomie has to say." Marshal said from beside us. We pulled back but he grabbed and held my hand as we walked into the hotel like building and went to the boss's office.

Marshal doesn't even knock on the doors once were past the new security guards, he just opens the door and walks in. Arthur has a slight smile on his face as he shakes his head, gesturing to the seats in front of his desk before speaking.

"Good to see you made it successfully through the night Naomie. Do you have anything of importance to share?" he asks as he raises his eyebrows.

"Depends what kind of information your looking for, when he paid for the meal I caught a glance of his drivers license, what credit cards he has, a few business cards and cash." Arthur chuckles.

"Well lets get your photographic memory testing out of the way, I want the stats on his license to match with what we have." I close my eyes to think back to what was on his license.

"The picture was recent, his hair hasn't grown any since the picture was taken. His license number is 31262971, address was 550 W 29th St Penthouse B. His date of birth is April 21, 1995 which makes him 25 years old. Height is 6' 4" and eye color is listed as gray. He has a black visa card, gold visa card and two different types of master cards." I sit back as he is comparing what I said to a sheet of paper, doing a lot of writing.

"Impressive, that is a lot of different information then what we had, now what did you learn by your conversations with him?" he asked as he pulls out his phone and sets it as a voice note. "I;m to old to write it down, so I am just going to record you." he nods as if to tell me to go ahead.

"Well we started out the conversation about me, I gave him an old story about before I was in witness protection so if he does look me up there will be something about me there. Then he states that he has a cousin in Philadelphia who runs a business that benefits his family's here. We talked about some of his more legitimate businesses here but he flat out admitted that I don't need to hear about the illegal ones as he doesn't want to ruin the mood. He always got tense and tended to shut down when talk of his family came up leaving me to believe that was a touchy subject. He said he doesn't have much to do with his fathers business, and he was never close to any of his three siblings. I've learned he likes high class places to have drinks and he is a man who takes advantage of others misfortunes, like tonight. The biggest thing he told me is he not pleased with the way his father handles the business, but as the youngest of the family he doesn't get a say in things unless his other siblings are out of the picture. He seemed to get sneaky when talking about that, almost like he was planning something but he kept changing the subject, trying to not say to much. At the end of the night he asked to see me again so I gave him the number to the burner phone Marshal told me to use if I needed to." I admitted to everything that I did and said, somethings I had to read between the words to figure out things so not everything I said will be 100% correct but I would wager a large amount of money I was right.