Chapter 17 - THE WARRANT AT BREAKFAST
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Gabriel Moretti was arrested while buttering toast.
Eleanor would remember that detail because it was offensively ordinary.
There was no rain.
No cathedral.
No gunshot.
No black SUV exploding outside a motel.
Just eight-thirteen on a Tuesday morning, sunlight crossing the Lake Forest kitchen, Lily complaining that Gabriel had cut her strawberries “too symmetrically,” and Eleanor standing barefoot beside the coffee machine when three federal vehicles stopped outside the house.
Gabriel saw them through the window.
His hand stopped over the butter dish.
Eleanor followed his eyes.
“No,” she said.
Gabriel said nothing.
That frightened her more.
Marco entered from the hall ten seconds later.
“Federal agents.”
“Warrant?” Gabriel asked.
Marco’s jaw tightened.
“Yes.”
Lily looked between them.
“What’s a warrant?”
Nathan, who had arrived twenty minutes earlier to drop Lily off before school, stood slowly.
“Maybe we should go.”
Gabriel put the knife down.
“Good idea.”
Eleanor did not move.
Two years earlier, federal agents entering Gabriel Moretti’s home would have triggered locked doors, armed men and at least four lawyers before anyone reached the porch.
Now Gabriel walked to the front door himself.
Rebecca Cole stood outside.
That made Eleanor’s stomach drop.
Rebecca was not merely a federal prosecutor anymore.
She was the federal prosecutor who had spent two years working beside them to dismantle what remained of the Saint Agnes network.
She had attended the memorial opening.
She had eaten Rosa’s lasagna.
She had once threatened to prosecute Gabriel for illegally parking outside her office.
Rebecca did not come personally unless something mattered.
Gabriel opened the door.
Rebecca looked at him.
“I’m sorry.”
Eleanor came up behind him.
“What happened?”
Rebecca held out a folded document.
“Gabriel Moretti, you’re under arrest in connection with the homicide of Paul Renner.”
Silence.
Gabriel’s expression did not change.
Eleanor’s did.
“Who?”
Gabriel closed his eyes.
Only briefly.
But Eleanor saw it.
He knew the name.
Rebecca saw that too.
“Turn around, Gabriel.”
Marco stepped forward.
Gabriel lifted one hand.
“No.”
Marco stopped.
Rebecca removed handcuffs.
Eleanor stared at her husband.
“Gabriel.”
He turned.
There were moments in marriage when an entire conversation happened without language.
This was one.
Do you know what this is?
Yes.
Did you kill him?
No.
Are you hiding something?
Gabriel did not answer that one with his eyes.
That was the problem.
Rebecca cuffed him.
Lily appeared at the top of the stairs.
“Uncle Gabriel?”
Everyone froze.
Gabriel looked up.
Lily stared at the handcuffs.
Her face changed.
“Are they taking you?”
Gabriel’s voice became gentler.
“For a little while.”
“Why?”
“Because they need answers.”
“Did you do something bad?”
Nathan whispered, “Lily.”
Gabriel stopped him.
He looked at the child.
“I did a lot of bad things before you knew me.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
Eleanor almost laughed.
Gabriel did too, barely.
“You sound like your aunt.”
“That means I’m right.”
Gabriel looked at Rebecca.
Then back at Lily.
“I did not kill the man they’re asking about.”
Lily considered this.
“Okay.”
Just like Room 214.
Same answer.
Same trust.
Gabriel swallowed.
Rebecca walked him outside.
Eleanor followed barefoot until the cold stone reminded her she had forgotten shoes.
Gabriel stopped before entering the vehicle.
“Call Bennett.”
Their attorney.
“I know.”
“Do not come downtown until he speaks with Rebecca.”
“I know.”
“And don’t—”
“Gabriel.”
He stopped.
Eleanor crossed her arms.
“You are currently in handcuffs. This is a poor moment to become controlling.”
Rebecca looked away, unsuccessfully hiding a smile.
Gabriel stared at Eleanor.
Then the old familiar surrender entered his face.
“Fine.”
The federal vehicle drove away.
Eleanor went inside.
She made three calls.
Then she turned to Marco.
“Paul Renner.”
Marco said nothing.
That was answer enough.
“You know the name.”
“Yes.”
“Who was he?”
Marco looked toward Nathan and Lily.
“Not here.”
Twenty minutes later, Lily was at school with two security officers she did not know were security officers.
Nathan stayed.
Rosa arrived without being called, which suggested Rosa had supernatural access to disaster.
They gathered in Gabriel’s library.
Marco remained standing.
“Paul Renner was an internal auditor.”
“For Moretti Logistics?” Eleanor asked.
“For everything.”
“When?”
“Ten years ago.”
Eleanor calculated.
“During Julian.”
“Yes.”
“Did Renner discover the trafficking accounts?”
Marco hesitated.
“I think so.”
“You think?”
“He disappeared before we knew what he found.”
Nathan leaned against the desk.
“And now?”
“Construction crews found a body yesterday beneath the old Calumet warehouse.”
Eleanor looked at him.
“Moretti property.”
“Former Moretti property.”
“That distinction is not helping.”
Marco nodded.
“The body was identified this morning.”
“Paul Renner.”
“Yes.”
“How did he die?”
“Gunshot.”
Eleanor felt something cold move through her.
“Why Gabriel?”
Marco looked away.
That bothered her.
“Marco.”
“The bullet matches a Moretti Security pistol reported missing the same week Renner disappeared.”
“That proves nothing.”
“No.”
“What else?”
Silence.
Eleanor stepped closer.
“What else?”
Marco finally looked at her.
“Gabriel’s fingerprints were on the magazine.”
Nathan swore.
Rosa crossed herself.
Eleanor did neither.
She had learned something from Gabriel.
Panic wasted time.
“When did Gabriel touch the weapon?”
“I don’t know.”
“That sounded rehearsed.”
Marco’s jaw tightened.
“I don’t know.”
“You know more than you’re saying.”
“Yes.”
“Did Gabriel kill Paul Renner?”
“No.”
Immediate.
Absolute.
Eleanor believed him.
“Then tell me what happened.”
“I can’t.”
She stared.
“You can.”
“Not without Gabriel.”
“Gabriel is in federal custody.”
“Exactly.”
Eleanor stepped into his space.
“Two years ago, my husband gave the government enough evidence to dismantle his own empire because he decided protecting himself was not worth protecting the lie.”
Marco’s eyes lowered.
“Do not stand in his library and start rebuilding the lie for him.”
That landed.
Marco exhaled slowly.
“The night Renner disappeared, Gabriel went to the Calumet warehouse.”
“Why?”
“Because Sofia called him.”
Gabriel’s younger sister.
Eleanor’s stomach tightened.
“What was Sofia doing there?”
Marco looked toward the window.
“I don’t know.”
“You were there.”
“I arrived after Gabriel.”
“What did you see?”
Marco said nothing.
Nathan whispered, “Jesus.”
Eleanor’s voice dropped.
“Marco.”
“When I entered the warehouse, Renner was alive.”
Everything stopped.
Eleanor stared.
“You saw him alive?”
“Yes.”
“With Gabriel?”
“Yes.”
“Was Gabriel threatening him?”
“No.”
“Arguing?”
“No.”
“What were they doing?”
“Gabriel was trying to stop the bleeding.”
Eleanor frowned.
“Bleeding from what?”
“A stab wound.”
That changed everything.
“Renner was stabbed before he was shot?”
Marco nodded.
“Who stabbed him?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where was Sofia?”
“Gone.”
Eleanor looked at Rosa.
Rosa’s face had become very still.
“You know something.”
Rosa shook her head.
But Eleanor knew that kind of denial.
She had worn one down an aisle.
“Rosa.”
Before the housekeeper could answer, Eleanor’s phone rang.
Unknown number.
Everyone looked at it.
Eleanor answered.
“Hello?”
No voice.
Only a message arriving simultaneously.
A photograph.
Old.
Grainy.
Security footage dated ten years earlier.
It showed the Calumet warehouse loading dock.
Paul Renner stood beside a car.
Across from him was a woman wearing a blue coat.
Dark hair.
Young.
Moretti profile.
Eleanor enlarged the photograph.
Sofia.
Underneath were six words.
ASK YOUR HUSBAND WHERE THE BODY WENT.
Eleanor looked at Marco.
His face gave her the answer before his mouth did.
“Oh, God,” she whispered.
Nathan stepped closer.
“What?”
Eleanor stared at the man who had protected Gabriel for most of his adult life.
“You moved him.”
Marco did not speak.
“You and Gabriel moved Paul Renner’s body.”
Marco finally answered.
“Yes.”
And downtown, in a federal interrogation room, Rebecca Cole placed the same photograph in front of Gabriel Moretti.
Gabriel looked at his sister’s face.
Then at the prosecutor.
Rebecca sat opposite him.
“You told me you gave us everything.”
Gabriel’s eyes stayed on the picture.
“I gave you everything about Julian.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
“No.”
“Did you move Paul Renner’s body?”
Gabriel said nothing.
Rebecca leaned forward.
“Gabriel.”
He finally raised his eyes.
“Yes.”
One word.
One truth ten years late.
May you like
Rebecca’s face hardened.
“Then I suggest you start explaining why.”
