"Well, get on with your questions and get out."
If she sounded irritated enough, maybe he would hurry the hell up.
Voss pulled a small notepad from his coat pocket and flipped it open, clicking his pen with a soft snap.
"Who shot you?" Voss asked.
"I don't know. It happened fast."
"Hmmm…"
"I was told the bullet was removed before you got here. Why?"
"Was it?" Veronica tried to deflect.
"Where were you shot?"
Veronica resisted the urge to sigh. "on my way home. Close to the house actually."
"By home, you mean Luciano Genovese's home?" Voss asked, knowing Vee had been lying since he began his questions.
"yes."
"I see. Did he shoot you, Miss Scalese."
The question was so absurd it almost made her laugh.
"You really will do or say anything to take him down, wont you? No, Luca did not shoot me." Vee answered. She watched him carefully as she said it, searching for any shift in his expression. But Voss barely reacted. His pen continued scratching lazily across the page.
