The Woman from the Past (Grassi Family #4) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Crime, Dark, Insta-Love, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Grassi Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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“I need more than the damn online reviews,” I reminded him. “I could look those up myself on my phone.”

“Yeah yeah yeah. Shut up for a minute, will you?” he asked, making me roll my eyes at him even though he couldn’t see it. “Alright. Well, look at that. It seems like it is owned by Colin’s parents. Rizzo and Carmine.”

Okay.

That made sense, didn’t it?

If his parents needed someone to work, Colin could easily lend out Cammie to them.

“Looks like they’ve been looking for a reliable worker for a long time,” August went on. “Are you planning on going in?”

“Yeah. I am going to sit here for a few to make sure no one is watching me, but then I am going to head in.”

“Bring me a sandwich.”

“You just ordered breakfast.”

“And when that is done, I’ll need lunch. Gotta catch up. Got up late,” he said. “Did you hear about Santo?”

“Yeah. Nino went there to check on him last night.”

It sounded a lot like he mumbled “lucky” under his breath, but given that he was smart enough not to say it with his full voice, I went ahead and let it slide.

“Alright. If you figure out anything else interesting, let me know.”

“Will do,” he agreed, yawning again.

So, she was working for Colin’s parents. Who must have been aware that she was living with Colin. Did they think she was there willingly? That she was Colin’s girlfriend or something like that?

Or, worse yet, did they know the truth? Were they complacent in her suffering?

After I was relatively sure that no one was paying any special attention to me, I shrugged out of my jacket, removed my tie, and slipped my watch into my pocket.

This wasn’t the neighborhood for suits. I didn’t want to draw any undue attention to myself.

I was still a little over-dressed, but it was the best I could do without heading back to the hotel to change, so I climbed out of the car, and made my way toward the deli.

“Don’t you look nice?” I was greeted by an older lady behind the counter who bore a striking resemblance to her sons.

Rizzo, in the flesh.

“I was doing some business in the city, and was asking where to get something great to eat. Someone pointed me in this direction,” I lied, giving her a nod, wondering where the hell Cammie was.

It wasn’t exactly a big shop.

There were two small tables in the front near the windows, and the rest of the place was behind the glass-front refrigerated cabinets that showed off various meats and sides.

On the wall behind the counter was a row of different breads and rolls and a chalkboard menu listing “neighborhood favorite” sandwiches and subs.

“Really? That’s awesome. Do you know their name? I want to give them a free sandwich for the recommendation.”

“Oh, ah, Michael,” I said, deciding that a common name was the best bet.

“Michael… Michael… oh! Michael Pritchett. I hear he moved up in the world. So, what can we get for you?”

“I’ll have two of the Eight Avenue sandwiches,” I said.

“Well, I will get that made for you,” she said just as the employee door to the back opened and out walked Cammie.

Her head lifted, gaze finding mine, and her eyes widening.

My gaze slid to Rizzo’s back, giving Cammie a pointed look, then touching my finger to the side of my nose, a silent entreaty to keep things secret.

“Can I get any sides for you?” Cammie asked, voice customer-service-chipper.

“Why not? Load up your favorite sides for two,” I suggested as I moved toward the counter, grabbing one of their business cards, and pulling a pen out of the mug sitting near the register.

Making sure Rizzo wasn’t looking, I quickly jotted down a note.

It’s a go. Meet?

Cammie brought one side over toward the register, glancing down at the note, eyes widening.

“Do you want your toppings Rizzo’s way?” Rizzo asked, looking over at me, which made Cammie rush to grab another side.

“Absolutely,” I agreed, giving her a smile.

When she turned back, I jotted down another quick note.

I’m going to get a phone to you. When?

Coming back Cammie started to load the sides into a brown bag before flashing me three fingers then mouthed the word, Break.

“Everything looks great,” I said, tucking the cards in my pocket as Rizzo came back with the wrapped sandwiches.

“It tastes even better.”

“I bet it does. What do I owe you?” I asked, reaching for my cash clip.

“Twenty-eight dollars and forty cents,” Rizzo said.

I handed her the cash, then took my bags.

“I’ll be back if it is as good as Michael says,” I assured them.

As I was about to turn, I saw Cammie jerking her head to the left of the building, and I gave her a nod.

“See you guys around,” I called, making my way out, and heading back outside.

To the left of Rizzo’s was a liquor store—which I imagine Cammie did not mean—and then a coffee shop. Which seemed the most likely option.



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