Superbia (Book One of the Superbia Series) Read Online Free Page B

leaned forward, “Listen, Sal.   It’s just a form that spells out your
rights.   All we’re asking you to do is
listen.   You don’t have to say a single
word.   I promise.”
    Sal pulled the
form in front of him and bent down over it until he was inches above the table,
moving his lips to form each word.   Frank
leaned close to Vic and said, “My five year old can read without moving his
lips.”
    Vic looked back
at him but said nothing.   Frank reached
into his pocket and pulled out his cell-phone to check his text messages.   He looked up to see if Sal had finished
reading yet, but the kid’s mouth was trying to wrap itself around the word custodial.   He smirked and started to type on his phone
when he realized Vic was glaring at him.   “Put that away,” Vic whispered.     
    Frank sighed and dropped
the phone back in his pocket, sitting up as Sal slid the signed form back
across the desk.   Vic picked up Lyssa’s
suicide note,   clearing his throat to
read it aloud.   Sal’s mother leaned forward,
listening intently to every word Vic said, squinting like it would help her
better understand.   Vic came to the part
concerning Sal very slowly, giving her a chance to hear every syllable.   Sal did not flinch.  
    When Sal finished
reading the letter, Vic held it up to show them where the blood stains
were.   “That’s from her, where she blew
her brains out in the bathroom of the foster home she was living in.   A thirteen year old little girl, Sal.   How’s that make you feel?”  
    Mrs. Mormo looked
at the letter in horror and spoke rapidly in Spanish to her son.   He shrugged and answered back, “I don’t
know.”
    Vic put the
letter back in its envelope and folded his hands on the table.   “Anything you want to tell me?”
    “About what?”
    “About Lyssa!”  
    Sal shrugged and
said, “Who’s Lyssa?”
    Vic leaned across
the table and shouted, “The little girl you raped and forced into suicide.   How many people have you done this to that this
isn’t ringing a bell, genius?”
    “I don’t know any
Lyssa.”
    “Lyssa?” his
mother said.   The two of them shook their
head no.
    Vic checked the
envelope and saw it was addressed to Mrs. Rose from “Li-Li.”   He showed them the envelope and said, “How
about Li-Li?   You know a Li-Li, Sal?   Her brother is currently locked up in a
sanitarium upstate because he at least he had the decency to admit what he
did.”
    “Li-Li,” Sal
said, nodding with recognition.   “I know
her.   She got my boy put away.   She a lying bitch—”
    Vic’s hand shot
across and snatched Sal by the collar, yanking the boy halfway across the table
and slamming Lyssa’s letter against his forehead like he was tacking it to a
wall.   “So help me God I will beat you
like a dog if you finish that sentence, young man.”
    Sal’s mother took
him by the shoulders and drew him back into his seat.   Vic leaned on the table, looming over them, “I
just wanted you to know that this investigation is just getting started.   I will arrest you for rape and see you tried
as an adult.   I will put you in a state
prison with a thousand angry, lonely, bored men who can’t wait for fresh meat.   I will make a phone call to my good friend
who works at the prison and make sure you get the right cell-mate.”
    Sal held up both
hands and shouted, “I swear to God I don’t know what you are talking
about!   Please, listen!   I don’t even know this girl.   She thought she was my girlfriend!”
    “Get out.”       
    Sal moaned and
buried his face against his mother’s shoulder, sobbing until snot bubbles
popped out of his nostrils.   His mother looked
at the three of them in confusion but still wrapped her arms around her son and
patted him on the back as he wailed.  
    Vic pointed at
the door and said, “The two of you, get out of my police station.”
    Sal clutched his
chest and gasped, “I can’t…I can’t breathe…I can’t