| 89 | A New Debt

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“What d'you want?”

“Un semplice 'grazie' può bastare.” [A simple 'thank you' would suffice.]

I don't respond and rush into the busy hallway. No longer handcuffed. Free to walk out of this shithole, at last.

Despite the time, half of the precinct is still buzzing with activity. Where the fuck is my phone? No one mentioned how much longer I'm supposed to wait for it out here.

I glance at my watch. If nothing else comes up, I'll be home before two. I'll be in my bed by four at the latest if Enzo and Mamma decide to show up.

Clenching my jaw, I stifle a yawn and walk past another interrogation room, my head just about spinning. I'm still wrapping my mind around what just happened. After hours of waiting and skirting redundant, mostly half-baked questions, I narrowly escaped two criminal charges — thanks to this meddling prick showing up out of nowhere.

But it's not the end of the animosity between us. The bitter taste in my mouth remains. And I don't plan