~ TONI MACARONI'S POV ~
I stayed up until about four AM that night. Or morning. Whatever word I'd apply in this situation. All I could think about was my mothers words, so full of meaning. I didn't doubt she'd do every single thing she could do to harm her beloved sons killer. Even if that involved killing her only other child. My father ran away with his good-for-nothing homewrecker on Caspar and I's sixth birthday. From the stalking I've done online, he started a family with that stupid Fettuccine. Without me, my mother would be able to club all night with her rich, self-absorbed friends. She never said it, but she's never liked me. My brother was always the golden boy, but I still loved him. Any love my mother's ever shown me was purely for show. She'd never let word get out that beloved billionaire and CEO of 'Pasta la vista baby' was a bad parent. Anyway, I'll cut to the chase. If my mothers helping the detectives find Caspar's killer, I'm totally and utterly screwed.
