Chapter 6 - The Woman in the Passenger Seat
I stayed inside the locked shop.
My phone was already in my hand.
Victor noticed.
“Relax,” he said through the glass. “I’m here to discuss a debt.”
“My attorney handles that.”
“Attorneys charge by the hour. I charge differently.”
I pressed the emergency call button.
He saw that, too.
His smile vanished.
The car pulled away before the dispatcher finished asking for my location.
I gave the plate number, described the exchange, and saved the footage from the camera Ruth had insisted I install after a package theft.
Then I called Evelyn.
Then Leon.
He answered with one word.
“Mara?”
“Victor came to the shop.”
“Are you inside?”
“Yes. Police are on their way.”
“Do you want me there?”
I looked through the glass at the empty street.
“Yes.”
He arrived before the responding officer finished taking my statement.
He stayed beside me without interrupting.
When the officer asked whether Victor had a reason to threaten us, Leon said, “Yes. My attorney can provide the relevant information.”
No elaborate story.
No promise to handle it privately.
Afterward, he drove me to Ruth’s.
At the curb, I asked him to turn off the engine.
“Tell me something true that you’re ashamed of.”
He looked exhausted.
“There are several choices.”
“Pick one.”
“For years, I liked being the person people were afraid to disappoint.”
“Did you like it when I was afraid of you?”
His answer came immediately.
“No.”
“But you were willing to leave me uninformed.”
“Yes.”
I watched his hands on the steering wheel.
“I can’t build a marriage by investigating every sentence.”
“You shouldn’t have to.”
“I don’t know whether I can trust you.”
“I know.”
This time, the words didn’t feel like surrender.
They felt like the beginning of work.
The next afternoon, Celeste Avery walked into my shop.
I recognized her before she removed her sunglasses.
My first impulse was to tell her to leave.
Then I noticed the suitcase outside the door.
“I didn’t know about the wedding,” she said.
I stared at her.
“Which wedding?”
Her face crumpled.
“Yours.”
She took out her phone and showed me messages.
Enzo had told her we had separated months earlier. He said the ceremony was a family party his mother refused to cancel.
The white dress in the photograph had been for their engagement dinner.
I sat down.
Not because I believed everything immediately.
Because there were too many familiar sentences on her screen.
Mara is fragile.
My mother makes everything worse.
I just need a little time.
“He asked me for money this morning,” Celeste said. “When I refused, he said I owed him for ruining his life.”
“Did you give him anything?”
“Thirty thousand. Before the trip.”
She swallowed.
“He said it was a deposit on our house.”
I looked at the suitcase again.
“Where are you staying?”
“I don’t know yet.”
I called Evelyn.
By evening, Celeste had an appointment with her own attorney and a room at a hotel she paid for herself.
Before she left, she handed me a small receipt.
“I found this in his jacket. I thought it was ours.”
It was a storage facility payment.
The unit belonged to Bellandi Event Services.
Enzo had paid six months in advance.
I photographed the receipt and forwarded it to Evelyn, who sent it to the investigator assigned to the fraud complaint.
Nobody broke into anything.
Nobody followed Enzo.
We waited.
Waiting turned out to be harder than confrontation.
Two days later, Celeste sent screenshots of a message Enzo had accidentally left on an old tablet linked to his account.
My mother has the originals. If Leon talks, we use them.
Evelyn arranged for investigators to preserve the device properly.
That evening, Leon came to Ruth’s house for dinner.
She served pot roast and asked him whether he intended to wash dishes.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good. Remorse is fine, but plates still need cleaning.”
For the first time in days, I smiled at him.
Later, while he dried a casserole dish, his attorney called.
Leon listened without moving.
Then he set down the towel.
“My mother agreed to meet the investigators.”
I felt hope rise.
Then he added, “She told them you invented the loan scheme.”
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He looked at me.
“She says she has documents proving it.”
