Tears were now streaming down Pine’s face and she made no move to wipe them away. “Yes, my God, yes, it really is me.”
The women both stepped forward as though connected by the strongest of rope, and finally embraced for the first time in three decades.
CHAPTER
57
WHEN PINE STEPPED AWAY from her sister, she simply stood there staring at Mercy.
“I really can’t believe this is happening. After all these years.”
Mercy looked her twin over, her happy features slowly fading. “It’s been a long time. I doubt I’m like what you remember.”
Pine’s smile slowly faded, too, as something strange and illdefined seemed to spring up between the pair, like a border wall built of myriad and substantial components. But she told herself absolutely nothing was going to taint this moment. She was too happy, and she meant to show this to her sister. The smile came back even more forcefully. “The only thing that matters to me is that you’re alive and that you’re here, right now. Oh my God, this is the day I’ve been waiting for, for so long.”
Mercy put her hands in her pocket. “Yeah, I can see that, sure. So, I heard you were in trouble.”
Pine’s smile dialed back down. “Yes, I was. Then I got out of it.”
Mercy checked out her sister’s swollen face. “But not without getting kicked around?”
Pine crossed her arms over her chest, as she saw the euphoric moment of sisterly reunion seemed to be over. “Goes with the territory. I hope to pay them back at some point.” She stepped forward and rubbed her sister’s arm. “I know a little of what happened to you. And I’m so sorry. And I know how ridiculously inadequate any words are right now.”
Mercy shrugged. “I survived it. I got away, too, just like you. They didn’t beat me.”
“No, they didn’t.”
“That’s what it’s about, survival.”
“Yes, yes it is,” Pine said awkwardly. It was like they were two casual friends shooting the breeze over nothing really important to either of them. In the Hollywood version it would be all smiles, hugs, and tears. In real life, she suddenly realized it was far more nuanced. And complicated.
And why in the hell are you just realizing that now?
She said, “Look, I know the timing stinks, but I need to find my friend. She must be around here somewhere.”
“I don’t think so.”
“What?” Pine said sharply.
“You’re talking about Carol Blum? I was with her. We went to see Desiree in jail.”
Pine looked stunned. “You saw Desiree?”
“Carol thought she might have something to do with your disappearance. You know, Desiree’s drug friends? We thought they were the ones who grabbed you.”
“So what happened?”
“While we were there this big muckety-muck lawyer from New York showed up to meet with Desiree. Carol was smart enough to figure out that Desiree didn’t call the dude in, so she wondered who did. So when he left the jail, she had the idea of following him.”
“Where did he go?”
“This big-ass house. The dude met a guy there. I got into the house to see what I could learn. The place looked all shut down, you know, like the real owners had left to go someplace else. And maybe these guys were just using it. But then they all left and I was there all by myself. I felt like an idiot because I mostly didn’t know what I was doing. I hustled back to the car to tell Carol, but she and the car were gone.”
“Gone? Do you think she went after them?”
“I don’t know. Have you heard from her recently?”
“No, and I just left multiple messages and got nothing back.”
“Then I think something happened to her.”
“They might have realized they were followed.”
“Yeah, they might.”
Pine looked around and found several people standing there staring at them and listening.
She hooked her sister’s arm and said, “Let’s go up to my room and talk about this in private.”
They rode the elevator up to Pine’s room. She used her key card to get in.
Mercy said, “My duffel was in the Porsche. All my clothes and stuff were in it.”
“I’ve got some clothes you can wear. You’re taller than me, but they should work. We’re close to the same build.”
Mercy ran her gaze over her sister. “You look pretty strong and fit, able to take care of yourself.”
“Yeah.”
“Probably helps out with your job.”
“It doesn’t hurt.”
“I do some MMA and local UFC stuff to make money. You do what you have to, you know?”
Pine stared up at her. “I know it’s been incredibly hard, Mercy.”
“I don’t look back. At least I try not to. It’s not good for someone like me.” She paused. “So, Carol?”
Pine sat down on the bed. “Do you remember where this house was?”
“Not really. Carol was driving and I wasn’t paying attention. I used a Lyft to get here but I had to walk quite a bit to a spot where he picked me up. We might be able to piece it together. But it looked to me like they were just using it temporarily. I don’t think they lived there. But I did see a guy in the window.”
“The lawyer?”
“No, another guy.”
“Can you describe him?”
“Tall, lean, forties, well-dressed, classy-looking dude. Did you see whoever grabbed you?”
“The goons, but not the boss. But I’m betting he’s the guy you saw.”
“What’s his beef with you? Not Desiree? Guy didn’t look like your typical drug dude, even the higher-ups. He was classier, like I said. He looked like one of those CEO types.”
Pine cleared her throat and looked nervously at Mercy. “His beef apparently is with you.”
Mercy had gone over to the window to stare out. She turned back around. “Me?”
“He was looking for El Cain.”
“Why?”
“He said you killed his brother.”
Mercy took a few steps toward her. “I killed the guy’s brother? He said that?”
“Yes.”
“I haven’t killed anybody. Just like I didn’t kill Joe Atkins. Carol told me you got Desiree to confess.”
“We did. The confession is safely uploaded to my personal cloud.”
“I was worried when I saw that the FBI was after me.”
“They weren’t after you. They just wanted to find you.”
Mercy knitted her brow. “Did this dude say why I supposedly killed his brother?”
“Not really, only that he deserved it.”
Mercy plopped down in a chair. “That makes no sense. The guy’s nuts. I’ve beat some guys up because they deserved it, but I haven’t killed anybody. I swear.”
“I believe you. But this guy is dead set on getting to you. It was really personal to him.”
“You think he snatched Carol?”
“I think he might have.” Pine rose. “An FBI team is downstairs. They’re here to deal with a separate matter involving Tim Pine.”
“Yeah, Carol told me about him. And about our biological father with the big bucks.”
“Jack Lineberry.”
“So what was up with our mother? Was she a slut, or nuts, or both?”
Pine felt her face burn at this blunt question. Mercy seemed to read her mind.
“I’m sorry. I don’t really remember her. Carol said she was a mole against the mob or something. But then she upped and left you.”