His Indulgence || Book Two

Graves

About fifteen minutes after the call, Santiago pulled up beside us in his signature, deep red Audi.

As Santiago hopped out the car, another man did as well from the passenger side.

I didn't recognize him, but he looked much older, possibly around his forties than both of them. His sleek, black hair was done nicely, with the help of gel to sculpt a smooth wave. The most striking feature was his thick mustache hanging above his slight frown, it made him appear more authoritative and serious.

"Who's that?" I whispered to Eric.

"This is Harry, he works for me as my forensic analyst." Eric explained.

Harry briefly waved to us and started to get to work. He held a flashlight and thoroughly inspected the scene.

He then placed particles of debris in plastic bags and stashed those in his organized briefcase. His other briefcase contained his tools in which he used to further investigate the vehicle.

"From the looks of it— this wasn't done by anyone in the mafia." Harry stated as he searched for finger prints.

"Why do you say that?" Eric inquired.

Harry shrugged, "This was done sloppy, and it's an obnoxious deed. We both know what other leaders are capable of— and it's not amateur acts like this."

Eric folded his arms across his chest stiffly. "Santiago," he turned to him then lowered his voice. Luckily, I was still able to make out what he was saying, "I want you to tell me everything this kid Noah had been doing today— from start to finish. I won't be surprised if he pulled this off out of spite."

"I know Noah, and he wouldn't do this. He wouldn't go to these lengths." I interrupted. They both met my eyes, scrutinizing my defense in Noah.

"Who else would've done this? This is completely immature and petty." Eric rose his voice.

"Mr. Laven, I need you to come look at this." Harry called out, a subtle hint of distress and discomfort in his tone.

Before Eric stepped out of the conversation, he faced Santiago, "Run a background on Noah while you're at it."

"Oh please, don't be ridiculous." I scoffed. It seemed as if what I said at this point didn't even matter, cause Eric ignored my comment and proceeded beside Harry.

Harry held up a piece of sparkly jewelry. Santiago and I came up beside them both as we all peered at it.

It had been a dainty, golden necklace. What made it so distinct had been the S carved into a small plate that dangled from its center.

"Holy shit," Santiago gasped. I honestly couldn't tell if he had been more horrified or baffled.

The same petrified look flickered across Eric's features when he got a look at the necklace. Apparently, this situation had managed to get more worse than imaginable.

"It couldn't possibly be— or could it?" Harry questioned, baffled at the sight.

Eric blinked away his stun with a hard swallow, "Absolutely not. She's dead, I killed her myself."

"This is impossible." Santiago ran his fingers through his hair in stress, "Well, at least now we know it wasn't that kid Noah."

"No!" Eric shouted, clearly panicking and in denial, "This wasn't her! I seen her dead body with my own eyes."

"Then you must've seen wrong, because she's obviously alive. And, apparently coming for revenge for what you did to her." Santiago rolled his eyes, "But who could blame her, what you did was pretty horri—"