Impress Me Not: The Architect

Chapter 55

The police didn't take too long to show up. They were going to try and see if they could find anything based off from the information that was given. Valentino had a hard time talking to them, because every time he would, he would be reminded of just how pissed off he was. Just when things seemed like they were going to get better, they of course have to get worse.

You just can't win with life, he supposed.

"Yeah, I made a little jingle out of it," Norman said. "That's always what I do when I need to remember a license number. Noel and I saw her hovering around your car right as we were walking up to the place. Didn't see much of her before you saw her and ran her out of here."

"Thanks for the help at least," Valentino sighed. This was some bullshit.

"Oh, I've seen her before!" A woman said. She seemed like she was maybe in her forties with small wrinkles on her face under the thick glasses. She looked like she had been from a rough place with some scars here and there, but she didn't seem like she was trying to start a fight or anything.

"Valentino, this is my girl: Carol," Norman motioned towards her. "Carol, this is Noel's kid."

"Which one?" Carol asked. "The one who tolerates him or the one that hates him?"

"Hates him," Valentino answered honestly. He was glad that his father was trying to be there for him, but he still wasn't ready to forgive him. He wasn't sure if he would ever be able to forgive him for the shit he did.

"Well, at least he's here right now I guess," Carol said. "He talks a bit about you. Sorry about your mother by the way."

"Thanks, but right now I'm more worried about something else," he said, giving Noel a sideways glance. Just how much did he tell these complete strangers about him? That was something that parents did do, but he hated when people he hadn't met suddenly knew more than he did of them.

"Is Casimir married or something?" Noel asked, changing the subject. "Why did she paint 'Homewrecker'?"

"I don't know," Valentino groaned, rubbing his face. "All I know is that Casimir isn't married, and never married her." He had been close to popping the question, from what he told Valentino, but he never married.

Valentino believed him. Why shouldn't he? It wasn't like this dumb ex of his was giving him a reason to not be on his side. If she thought that he was going to get pushed around and bullied into breaking it off with Casimir, she had another thing coming. And Valentino was still keen on getting revenge on her for what she did to his poor car.

"She seemed pretty crazy," Carol said. "I saw her at the diner I work at, talking on the phone the whole time about how heart broken she was or some bullshit. She was fake crying and everything to whoever was on the phone with her. It was something else to hear when she would go from tears one second, to completely fine and ready to order the next."

"You know what she looks like?" Valentino asked.

"Oh yeah," Carol told him. "I recognized that car the second Norman told me what happened. She parked in a handicap zone right outside the store. We looked everywhere on that car to see if it had a handicap symbol but it didn't have one. So my boss, the owner, comes out there and finds her to tell her nicely to move (he doesn't like having to call the tow trucks) and she threw an absolute tantrum!"

"Sounds like her, from what Casimir told me she did to him."

"What did she do?" Norman asked.

"Called the cops on him when he refused to go back to her," he told him. He didn't exactly like telling everyone what had happened, but he was too annoyed to just stay silent. Besides, everyone deserved to know just how crazy this bitch was. He was already sick and tired of her.