Okay, so maybe the jig's up. Damn. Still, Gabriella here doesn't exactly seem anxious to tell hubby what she saw. Maybe it's time to try a different approach. Besides, the woman really oughta be told what her husband has been gettin' up to. Just not here.
Max met Gabi's eyes, looking toward the exit before meeting her eyes again, "Look, I really gotta go... I know it's a lot to ask, but I don't suppose you could give me a lift to the hospital?"
Gabi looked at the girl in front of her for a second, she knew a bluff when she saw one, after all she was married to the mob, but this, something about it, the oddness of it made her intriuged. She nodded slowly.
"Of course, my car's out front."
"Thanks," Max slung the strap of her purse over her shoulder, leading the way downstairs and out the front, walking directly to the passenger side door of the red fiat spider, that she knew from Logan's infopack was registered to Gabriella Luca, "You gotta nice ride, Gabriella. So, where are we going?"
There was no point playing games anymore, Gabriella clearly knew something was up, Max was just confirming it.
Gabriella gestured for Max to get in the car. "Up to you, anywhere Tony wouldn't think of looking for me. Do I get to know your name?"
Opening the door, Max climbed in, waiting until Gabi had climbed in and started the engine before answering.
"You can call me Max," She considered her options. They needed somewhere public enough so that Gabi didn't feel threatened, yet private enough that they could have a conversation without being overheard - at least not by anyone other than Lex and Logan.
"There's an all night diner I know, I'll give you directions..." It had occurred to her that she might not be the only one under surveillance. Anthony Luca was a control freak, and Gabriella seemed to be a trophy wife - for all she knew, there could be a bug or a tracker in Gabi's car.
"Does Tony always keep tabs on you?"
"He used to, now he figures I'm too scared of him to do anything wrong!" Gabi smiled sadly. "Mostly he's right, but not right now, I don't know why..."
Actually she was fairly sure she did know, the idiot sisters upcoming wedding, removed a large portion of the power Tony had over her, but not all of it.
"So, direct me."
"Go left," Max directed, not quite ready to trust that the car wasn't bugged, despite the fact that Gabriella didn't seem to think that it was.
"Yeah, he seems like a real charming guy," Max said with quiet sarcasm. She looked over at Gabriella sympathetically, "Somehow I'm gettin' the impression that leaving the bastard is outta the question. Take this turn comin' up on the right."
Gabriella took the directed turn before answering.
"If I'm OK with him killing everyone I ever cared about, spoke to that time, or thought about once, then yeah, I can leave him."
Once if she'd have said those words they would have come out in a snarl, now, they were just tired.
"I'm sorry, you don't need to know this."
"Or, y'know, you." Max said quietly, "'Cause hey, it wouldn't be the first time he's made a pretty young woman just... Disappear."
She let the words hang on the air for a moment, studying Gabrielle, "Take this left."
Gabi flinched slightly, and took the turn.
"I am aware of the risk to myself, and to others, why do you think I lied to get you out of there?"
She sighed "He won't take that well, so I can't be out long!"
"Okay," Max nodded, "Got time for a cup of coffee? I saw him knockin' back his painkillers with scotch, so he's probably pretty out of it by now..."
Gabriella nodded. "He does that a lot, he'll be out of it for a while, and then angry, but I have a while, I suppose, so are we here?"
She kept on driving but glanced out of her window.
"Yeah," Max nodded to an empty parking space, "You can pull over here, it's not far..."
Max would rather walk the last block anyway, just in case there was a tracker planted in Gabi's spider.
Gabi pulled the car over sharply, got out and waited for her companion to leave before hitting the button on the keys for the central locking and alarm, and following Max.
"So, what did you want to talk with me about then?"
She had to ask, even though she knew.
"Well Gabriella, I'm gonna be straight with you now, 'cause I figure, if nothin' else, you have a right to know..."
Max turned the corner and started walking toward the diner, "A few weeks ago, a friend of mine was attacked by your husband and a few of his pals. She managed to get away from him, but we did a little diggin' around, and as it turns out, it's lookin' more and more like this isn't the first time it's happened - not by a long shot."