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Age: 38
Sign: Aquarius
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11/26/2021 08:46 PM 

incoming call. {dabble #49}

Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Incoming text.   GODDAMIT MARTIN PICK UP YOUR PHONE!

Della was sitting in front of a fireplace; she had half a glass of wine in her hand and her phone was sitting next to her. It was silently blowing up. She didn’t bother looking after she turned everything down when she had sat down for dinner. The polite thing to do, she wasn’t avoiding anything. Maybe?

Dinner with Nick’s parents had been nice, as holiday dinners go, this one was great. It wasn’t lost on her the last time she had been to Thanksgiving dinner with just them was when they were engaged. Now the kids were around, and it was all different but the same.

Ring.
Ring,
Ring.
Incoming text.
Incoming text.

Della sipped her wine and was half paying attention to the football game on the tv. The kids were busy helping decorate the Christmas tree, this was family, right? Della knew her version of the holidays was always f***ed. Evelyn made it that way.

Nick handed her a plate, “Have some pie.” Della looked up and smiled, Libby had made a joke about her bailing on her dinner for dinner with the in laws and Della had scoffed. But a quite thanksgiving had been just what she needed. She had been a mess since Katie ended and she tossed herself into the brewery. She hadn’t stopped. Go. Go. Go. That was all of 2021 for her.

Ring.
Ring.
Ring.
Ring.

Nick was carrying two very sleepy kids out to the car; the night was coming to an end. There were leftovers coming home with them and two full pies. Vivian was already halfway to the car when she stopped and held up her phone. “Russo has called you a whole lot.” Della rolled her eyes, “Like a lot.”

“He’s been texting me nonstop too, you might want to check on him.” Nick looked across the car at her. They were buckling in the twins. She hated that; Russo was supposed to leave them alone. “It might actually be important this time.” She shot him a look. “You know not just about trying to keep Parker alive this time.”

That was an old joke, from back when Parker moved in with Russo, the kid was fifteen and didn’t need to be kept alive. Russo did though. “If he is just calling to ask me to do something stupid, I will fly to New Orleans kill him and you will have to come post bail.”

“Only because Vivian will make me.” Della rolled her eyes and took her phone from Vivian. He didn’t mean it; he would do it anyway. She shut the door and walked around the car.

25 missed calls.

A countless number of texts.

‘What the f*** could the dumbass want now….’ She didn’t bother reading a text or listing to the voicemails. She just called him back. It rang once and she didn’t even her out a hello.

“Martin! It’s been hours! I know you don’t like talking to me, but this isn’t a f***ing joke…” He spoke something in Italian and Della blinked, reverting to Italian meant he was either drunk, pissed or, “Oz is in jail, in Las Vegas… for like awhile now.”

That snapped her out of her own thoughts. “Russo what the hell did you just say?” Oz. Jail. The wine had made her happy she was suddenly sober. “You are f***ing with me right, this payback for helping Parker decorate your apartment, right?”

“Do I sound like I’m f***ing joking Martin? Does this sound like I’d joke about this? His sister would come back from the dead and murder me! Poppy let it slip this morning, did you know he never moved in here?”

Della leaned on the car, she was lightheaded, none of this made sense. So much for her happy thanksgiving. “For what? What is he… what do they think he did?”

“In New York or in Vegas?” Della blinked, the hand not holding the phone reached to brace herself on the car. “Doesn’t matter, answers the same. They think he killed someone, two someone’s.”

“Who?” She asked but the voice in her head screamed, ‘Please don’t let him say Evelyn, please don’t let him say Evelyn’
And then he said it, the words she would never forget. “In New York, the guy who killed Ellie. In Nevada, Addison De Luca, not Evelyn, I know your head went there….” And that was where her head went, she thought it for a nano second. She was going to have to live that again and she couldn’t take it. “Della I can’t come back to California; someone has to stay in town here, she won’t come back there, and you are closer to Vegas right now.”

“What about Parker?”

“I already called the girl next door; she’s going to watch him and my apartment.”

“He’s taking the fall for Ashton… for Luke…” Della could barely speak, “Did he help?”

“I don’t know, you got to ask him when you see him. I got to go Poppy didn’t want me to tell you any of this. And Oz is going to hate me for telling you. Maybe check in on Parker and Ash… when he gets back.” The phone when dead in her hand.

She stared at it for a long time. “Hey Della...” Nick taped her on the shoulder, “What did Russo want?” She shook her head, she couldn’t wrap her own head around it, so she just got in the car. When they were home, and she could pour herself a glass of whiskey she told him. “Are you going to Vegas?” That was a damn good question, she didn’t know yet. He refilled her glass; it was a whiskey night. She had a lot running though her mind and she was halfway into her second glass when she remembered she hadn’t asked about the guy who killed Ellie, she was a bad friend, she should have asked Russo if he was okay. That had been a cold case no one thought was going to be solved. Could Oz really have found him after all this time?

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