Curse of the Alastor

Zito said, "So what are you asking of me? Why not go to the police?"
Marti stopped, lifted both hands then sat. "I don’t know! I didn’t think the police would—I have no idea what I’m asking. Aren’t you supposed to know? Isn’t this what you do?"
"I hear your father in that remark."
"My father loved you. He loved medicine more."
"I understood that, and I understand the same about you, with your career. This still doesn’t explain your behavior two years ago."
"I was grieving and wasn’t thinking. Angelo should’ve known better."
"You made a choice when you went to him."
"It was temporary insanity. You’ve been trying to marry me to him since I was eighteen, and he may be all tall and gorgeous, but you guys treat women like dirt."
Zito threw his head back and laughed heartily. "Angelo’s a good boy and he refuses to settle for anything less than what he wants. He can’t help it he’s as stupid as to want you."