Chapter 167

• Arlo’s eyes held mischief, and I had a feeling whatever happened was a bit personal to him, as much as it concerned me, too. “Ah, just some idiot from the past. He’s not important, not anymore, anyway. He was, though.” Tilting forward, he repositioned the laptop for Rafa and me to have a better glimpse at the screen while he pulled up a feed. “The man from the past happened to be the one who helped the Colombos mess with our security footage. I used tracing Enzo as an excuse, but I smashed his fucking skull because I had a fucking bone to pick with him. You’re welcome.”
• I didn’t bother formulating a response for him. While my brother got on my nerves, Arlo pinched them.
• I crossed my arms, drumming my fingers against my biceps while Arlo’s fingers flew over the keyboard. The screen flickered to life showing grainy footage from a cell security camera. He played it.