Interrogation

Angelica

For hours after Curtis left, I scoured my copies of the Arciero book of records—at least the ones I could understand with the help of translation dictionaries. It was strange. They had to be a hundred tasks but none of them had anything to do with Curtis or Giancarlo.

He had mentioned having nothing to do with his family business before but I had taken it as him finding excuses to extract himself from them. Now, I couldn’t be so sure. I couldn’t help wondering what else I could have assumed he was lying about just because the truth didn’t sound very believable.

Before I could sink into a rabbit hole of overanalyzing every word he had ever said, I reminded myself I didn’t have access to every record yet. Maybe everything he did for the family businesses was recorded in the other languages. Now that I was certain who called the shots, I only needed to ask him who wrote the records—if only he could speak.

It was great that he was suffering but I wished he was able to give me all