"A confession?" Voss almost laughed. "From Luca?" He shook his head. "No one can break the man, boss."
Before Harrington could reply, a knock came on the door.
An officer stuck his head in. "Detective?"
Voss turned around. "Yes?"
"Your suspect demands his phone call."
"I’ll be right out. Later, boss," Voss said. He left Harrington and walked towards the holding area, his shoes striking the floor.
Luciano Genovese had been arrested. That alone should have made the precinct feel victorious.
Instead, there was tension in the walls. Officers kept looking towards the cells as if the bars were decorative and Luca might simply decide to walk through them when boredom set in. Which, in fairness, was not the most foolish fear anyone had ever had about him.
Voss reached the cell and found Luca lying on the narrow bench. His jacket was folded beneath his head, one leg bent, the other stretched out. "Comfortable, Luciano?" Voss asked.
Luca opened his eyes slowly. "My phone call?"
Voss took out his notepad, though he already assumed he knew where this was going. Some polished criminal attorney.
"Yes. The number."
"I believe you have the number," Luca said. "My sister-in-law."
"Your sister-in-law," Voss repeated. "You want to use your phone call to call your sister-in-law? Is she a lawyer?"
Luca sat up slowly. "I need to know if my wife is out of surgery and if she is fine."
That should not have struck Voss the way it did. It was a simple statement. A husband asking after his wife. Any man would have asked the same. Any decent man, anyway.
But coming from Luca, it unsettled him. Voss studied him skeptically. Luca’s face gave nothing away.
"I’ll find out for you," Voss said. He turned, but Luca’s voice stopped him.
"Detective?"
Voss looked back. "What?"
Luca’s gaze held his, steady and disturbingly serious. "I hope you got your source the tightest protection you have."
Voss’s shoulders stiffened. "Is that a threat?"
Luca smiled faintly. "I would never hurt her. I just hope you do protect her with all you’ve got."
Voss pulled out his phone. "If you really cared about her, you would confess and spare her name from coming up at all."
"Nice try." Luca smiled then he lay back down on the bench.
Voss placed the call, turning slightly from the cell but he didn’t call Valentina. He called the hospital line. The hospital line transferred him twice, then a nurse confirmed what he needed. Veronica Genovese was out of surgery. The procedure had gone well. She was in recovery.
He ended the call and returned to the cell. Luca was still lying down, but his eyes were open. "Your wife is fine...She is currently in the recovery room."
"Thank you," Luca said.
Voss shoved his phone back into his pocket and walked away. The further he got from the cell, the more the warning followed him.

So no.

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