chapter 25
MOON PIE SAT at his desk, working on his ever-expanding to-do list. He imagined that he organized his day as would the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. He went to the Gold Mine early, read several newspapers, and surfed online for market trends and opportunities while eating gas station grits, eggs, and sausage that he picked up every day on the way in. Moon Pie wanted to watch YouTube videos and order all his high-tech gadgets from Amazon while he was on the go. What I really need is an iPad, he thought.
Moon Pie lived in a twenty-year-old single-wide trailer that he rented for two hundred a month, but he had a fifty-inch plasma TV and every satellite and cable channel available. He had wireless Internet and an iPhone, with a long list of apps. All this technology cost twice his rent. That’s how he liked to live…mostly low-key but surrounded with state-of-the-art technology. He had high-tech dishes and antennas along with worn-out tires on his rusty roof. What he didn’t have was a woman. He was gun-shy, and now that he was accumulating some wealth, he was becoming more cautious about getting involved again. Yet he really liked Bailey and thought she was different—trustworthy.
Today was going to be a red-letter day for Ethan “Moon Pie” Daniels and his growing, always-flexible criminal business. He and Levi were scheduled to pick up almost a million dollars that they would then pass to their connections on the Gulf Coast, netting Moon Pie a healthy percentage for being the mule. If they did these monthly transactions as anticipated, he would be raking in some serious coin.
Moon Pie wanted to move to the past—the old South, complete with the stars and bars—and become Colonel Reb. With his cash, he was going to buy an old antebellum home and restore it to its glory. That was his dream.
Lately he had grown more concerned about security. Last night he thought he had been followed, so he had postponed his drop. After a quick loop through Aliceville, he had finally realized they hadn’t been tailed. He laughed at his paranoia and explained to Levi that it came with the territory.
Moon Pie was so relieved that they torched Jake Crosby’s camp house as an afterthought. He enjoyed knowing that he was torturing Crosby. After stealing the only items of value in the camp, he and Levi had dripped a mixture of diesel fuel and gasoline through the small cabin and dropped a match.
Jake had two deer-head mounts, a big ten and a heavy eleven-point that would both score over 160 inches, and a couple of nice-size bass. Moon Pie figured the deer heads were worth about five grand each. He’d wholesale them to his taxidermy buddy, which would net him about half. The financial score alone had made the night worthwhile.
When Bailey walked through the back door of the Gold Mine the next morning, she saw the two deer mounts on the floor and didn’t think anything of them. There was always some kind of critter lying on the back-room floor—mostly antlers of a fresh kill or something already mounted, ready to hang. Currently in the back room there was a full-bodied African lion she knew Moon Pie had stolen from a doctor’s camp. She had overheard a telephone conversation about how Moon Pie was waiting on a buyer from Texas to come get it.
The last several years of Bailey’s life had been challenging. Her mother’s prolonged illness and eventual passing had forced her to grow up fast, and she had missed out on most of her teen years. She’d been left with no choice, but she was not bitter or resentful. She loved and respected her mom for everything she had done alone. When Bailey was four, in the middle of the night, her father abandoned his only child and her mother, leaving them $40,000 in debt. Bailey’s mother didn’t say anything bad about him or the situation; she just found a second job and worked six days a week for twelve years. She never took a penny of government money.
After her mother became ill, Bailey tried for a semester to manage a college workload while taking care of her, but as the leukemia progressed, so did her mother’s need for constant care. Bailey dropped out of school. Medicaid helped with expenses, but the associated costs, coupled with the loss of her mother’s income, quickly drained their meager savings. Bailey was forced to sell her mother’s car, all of the family heirlooms, such as they were, and then their small, modest home. By the end, Bailey had managed to pay down the medical bills to a balance of ninety-five hundred dollars. She was steadily chipping away at the debt, making monthly payments while dodging other creditors.
When Bailey discovered that her boyfriend had been stealing from her, she began thinking about how that money in Moon Pie’s safe could solve her problems. It got to the point where it was all she could think about. She had never stolen anything in her life. She wasn’t a criminal—yet. But knowing there were stacks of cash just lying around was very tempting, almost overwhelming. The pressure of collection agencies and a desire to get away from her abusive, addict boyfriend had begun to help her justify stealing the money. All I gotta do is figure out that safe combination.
Fighting back her anxiety, Bailey took a deep breath as she tried to settle the nauseous feeling in her stomach. She placed her lunch inside the mini-fridge and then knocked on Moon Pie’s office door.
“Yeah?” Moon Pie hollered.
Bailey slowly entered the cluttered office. “Hey, Moon, do you still need me to drive for your trip?”
“Damn, you look good!”
“Be serious.”
“I am.”
“Then be realistic.”
“No, I don’t. Levi got out…but I do need you to pick me up an iPad this morning.” Bailey already knew Levi was out because they had traded text messages earlier.
“An iPad?”
“I gotta be connected and workin’ when I’m travelin’.”
“Okay, I’d be glad to,” she said, relieved, and then she realized that she had a rare opportunity. “Can I take your truck? My car’s actin’ up. I think it’s my battery.”
Moon Pie never questioned her motives. “Yeah, sure. Here’s the keys, and fill it up while you’re out.”
Moon Pie gave her a sleazy smile as he openly appraised her from head to toe. She was wearing jeans, Ugg boots, and a Drake jacket he was sure belonged to Levi that concealed what he considered her best assets.
“Here, let me get you some money,” he said, turning around in his chair toward the safe. She strained to see the numbers, but his shoulders blocked her view. She distinctly heard six beeps as numbers were punched, just as Walter had explained. After the final beep, the safe’s lock clicked. Moon Pie turned the handle and then swung open the door. He reached inside for a stack of bills and then started counting.
“Here’s a grand. I gotta have it by one o’clock today. I’ll learn about the iPad while Levi’s drivin’.”
“Okay, I can handle that.”
“Thanks, babe.” He noticed her scanning the safe but didn’t say anything about it. “Try not to wreck it.”
“No problem.”
“Hey, what’s the matter? Need some money?”
“Nothing. Nope. I’m good,” she replied. She took the cash from his hand and quickly walked out of the office.