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Reflections
I watched the man standing beneath the window of the room Pezzini is in. My fingers twitching to pick up the phone and listen in on the conversation, I watched as he smiled and hung up. A moment later, I saw Pezzini walking towards the boss' office.
I turned to stare back outside, my thoughts back at last night, at the club. I'd known why Pez wanted to see Drexler, knew it was wrong to let her go in alone, but I felt a need to help her, to befriend her. Besides, she'd probably be pissed at me for a very long time if I didn't give her what she wanted. And there would be no more sleeping over at my place...
Not that I'd gotten used to it after just one time, but it did feel like she trusted me. No sense in breaking her trust already.
I look back at the doorway when she enters the office and sits down opposite of me, saying not a word.
"Are you okay?" I ask, wondering what her link with that guy was. I know I'd seen him before, I just couldn't remember where.
She nods her head slowly.
"Seen the morning newspaper?" I ask, handing her a copy. "Gallo killed himself last night." I add, just in case she hadn't seen the news yet.
I'm surprised when she doesn't even look at the newspaper.
"I'm sorry, Pez." I finally say, not knowing what else to do. Finally, I grab some paperwork to fill out.
"Do you think he had help?" She asks, looking at me.
"Do you?" I fire back.
"What do you mean?" She sits up straighter.
"That guy who called you, he was standing outside, wasn't he?" It didn't really sound like a question to me. When she nodded, I continued, "Does he have anything to do with it?"
No reply. She stares at me for a moment, before dropping her gaze to the desk and the empty coffee cup upon it.
"Who is he?" I ask, trying to get her attention again.
"Nobody you need to know." She replies and stands up. "Just forget about it, Jake."
I watch her walk through the door. After a minute, I get up to follow her. She'll tell me when the time comes. It's not like I don't have secrets that she can't know about, so why can't she?