I needed to get her away from this place. I decided to appeal to her sense of propriety. “Aunt Elizabeth, I don’t think this arrangement looks quite right for you to be shacking up with your intended. How about I call Yannis and have him pick us up? We can check into a hotel. Where’s the phone?” She frowned and scrunched her nose. “You think it looks bad my being here? I’m not shacking up. After all, I have my own room.” She gazed about rather wistfully at the sumptuous furnishings. “I don’t recall a phone in here, now that you ask.” My nerves were getting the best of me. I had to get her out of here. Mr. Bellomo did not have honorable intentions as far as I was concerned. I debated over confronting him and telling him we were leaving or trying to sneak her out. I wondered if Luigi was watching her room and walked over to the door to poke my head out. I listened before I opened then cracked the door.
