chapter 31
As Tony drove to the District Attorney’s Office, he tried calling Linda, but she didn’t answer her phone, not her office phone or her cell. He tried again, this time calling the receptionist, who put him on hold. When the woman came back on the line, she said she couldn’t find her.
“What about Neil Christoffersen?” he asked. “Is he there?”
“One minute.”
A few seconds later Christoffersen answered his phone.
“This is Tony Cooper. I need you to answer this question for me. It’s important. Life or death important, and I’ll explain later. Do you understand?”
After a brief pause Christoffersen said, “Fine. But if I answer, it’s because Linda trusts you. Not because I do.”
“A few weeks ago, before I was arrested, Linda was eating her lunch outside. You joined her. You were both sitting on a bench when a blond man stopped to talk to you. He made a gesture, pointing his finger like a gun, and when he left, you both laughed about it. Do you remember?”
“How do you know all this?” the other man growled. “Were you—”
“Do you remember?” Tony interrupted.
“Yeah, I remember.”
“The blond man. Does he work with you?”
“Damn it, tell me why—”
“Does he?” Tony shouted.
“Yes he does,” Christoffersen shouted right back. “Now tell me why you want to know.”
“Because I have an eyewitness who says this man gave her Rapture while they were both at Club Matrix.”
“Rapture. While he was at Club Matrix,” Christoffersen echoed. “Oh, my God.”
“What is it?” Tony asked, catching the peculiar tone in the other man’s voice. The tone that sounded almost like acceptance. “You were there. Was this man there, too?”
“He was there the same night I saw you and Linda. He was the one who invited Allie and me to the club. He said it was his new favorite hangout. After we saw you there, I left. But they stayed. He stayed.”
“What’s his name?” Tony asked. “Is he there now?”
“His name is Brian Heald,” Christoffersen said. “And is he here now? I don’t know. Hang on while I check.”
“Wait—” Tony shouted, wanting to tell the man to look for Linda instead.
But Christoffersen had already put him on hold.
Tony drove faster, cursing steadily until Christoffersen came back on the line.
“He called in sick. He’s not here.”
Tony felt a moment of relief. “Linda. Have you seen her?”
“She was in her office a while ago, but when I went looking for Heald, she was gone. Her cell was on her desk.”
* * *
“Hey, Linda,” Allie said as the door closed behind them. “How are you?”
Linda couldn’t help it. The fact that Allie had seen Linda and Tony having sex in a public club made her face burn. She forced herself, however, to appear unconcerned. “I’m good, Allie. How are you?”
Allie shrugged. “I’ve been better. Look, I’m glad you stopped me. I’ve been meaning to call you and tell you...you don’t have to be embarrassed about what happened at Club Matrix. I don’t think any less of you. Okay?”
Without waiting for Linda’s reply, Allie started walking again, obviously heading to her car.
Linda thought about the other woman’s words. She should be relieved, shouldn’t she? Part of her was. What she’d done had been reckless and it wasn’t something she planned on repeating anytime soon, if ever. But she also found it a little odd that Allie would bring it up. Once again, she fell into step beside the law student.
“Do you go to that place often, Allie?”
Allie stopped beside her car, a little white Cabriolet, and shook her head. “No. That was the first time I’d been there. Neil, too.”
“Are you two dating?”
Allie blushed. “I wish. Neil’s not interested in me. But you already know that, don’t you? Since he’s interested in you,” she said with a twist of her mouth. “I told Brian his plan wouldn’t work.”
Brian?
Brian-The-Jerk-Heald?
Linda sucked in a breath. “What do you mean?”
Allie unlocked her car and pulled open the driver’s side door. She blew a strand of hair out of her face. “He goes to Club Matrix all the time. He went even before his wife left him. It’s probably the reason she left to begin with. Anyway, he’s the one who told me about it. He invited Neil and me to get some drinks there. Neil thought it was to celebrate Brian’s divorce, but Brian was really trying to get the two of us together. Because he knows how I feel about Neil.”
Linda narrowed her eyes. “Did he try to do you any other favors while you were there, Allie?”
Allie averted her gaze. “I—I—I don’t know what you mean.”
Realization made Linda’s skin crawl. “Yes, you do. Did Brian try to give you anything while you were at the club? Drugs. Rapture. Did you take it?”
Allie flushed, giving Linda her answer.
“Oh, Allie, no.”
“I’m sorry,” she blurted out. She looked around as if wanting to make sure no one else could hear their conversation. “I know I shouldn’t have. But Neil was so pissed off after he saw you and Tony. And I was upset. And Brian was there and he offered me something and I thought it would be just like taking a drink. That I’d just give it a try, you know?”
“Have you done it since then?”
Allie shook her head. “No, I swear, Linda. It was just the one time. I mean, Brian’s kept offering but—”
“Shut up!”
Linda and Allie whirled and gasped in unison.
Brian Heald stood next to them.
But he didn’t look like the Brian Heald Linda knew.
He looked frazzled. And dirty. And crazed.
And he had a gun pointed straight at them.
“You,” Linda said to Brian. “You’re the supplier Tony’s been looking for.”
Brian laughed. “I’m not a supplier, Linda. I’m just a user. And occasionally, a dealer, only I usually trade in sex not money. Unfortunately I picked the wrong person to deal to, didn’t I?”
“Justine,” Linda said.
Grinning, Brian said, “Bingo.” Then his grin was replaced by a scowl. “I was hoping I’d get lucky and she’d die before they got her to the hospital, but that didn’t happen, did it?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about—” Linda began.
Brian shouted, “Give it a rest. I know, Linda. I know Tony Cooper’s a cop. I was on my way to pay Justine another visit when I saw Tony there. With an undercover cop. Ash Yee. He’s testified in my cases before. You can imagine how freaked out I’ve been, imagining what Justine’s been telling him. Wondering if she’s told the police enough to implicate me. But you’d know, wouldn’t you? You’ve been to the hospital. So tell me. What do they know?”
“You’re crazy.” She glanced at Allie. “Get out of here, Allie.”
“I don’t think so,” Brian said. “Fine. You won’t tell me on your own? Then I’ll have to make you tell me.” He waved the gun at them. “Get in the car, Allie. Behind the wheel. Linda, get in the passenger seat. We’re going for a little drive.”
“No,” Linda said, trying to sound firm when she was scared out of her mind. There was no way she was getting in that car with him. Doing so would be a death sentence.
Brian narrowed his eyes. “Now, Linda. Or I’ll shoot you both right here.”
“With our coworkers inside?” Linda asked. “You’re going to shoot us? Kill us?”
“I’m going to do whatever I have to do, Linda. Make no mistake about that. Now do it or I’ll shoot Allie in the head right now.”
Allie whimpered and Linda said, “It’s okay, Allie. Do what he says.”
They watched as Allie slid behind the wheel and shut the door.
Brian kept his gun trained on Linda. “Now you. Go around to the other side.”
Slowly she walked toward the passenger door. As she did, she kept a close eye on Brian. He was swaying on his feet, obviously either sick or under the influence of something. She wondered if it was Rapture and, if so, why the damn stuff hadn’t yet killed him the way it had Rory and the way it had almost killed Justine.
“Is this why your wife left you? Because you’re a drug user slash dealer slash man whore?”
“Shut up, Linda, and open the door.”
Linda reached for the passenger door and opened it. As she did, she saw Brian frown. She almost wanted to laugh.
The Cabriolet was a two door.
If he was going to get in the backseat in order to hold a gun on them, he’d have to do it before she got in the car.
“This is ridiculous, Brian. Why don’t you get out of here? Get a head start on the police.”
“Shut up!” he screamed before he winced and grabbed at his head with his free hand. “You and your damn boyfriend. And here I thought he was just like me. A drug addict.”
Linda lifted her chin. “He is a recovering drug addict. But he’s nothing like you. Nothing,” she spat. She glanced at Allie, who looked teary eyed and helpless.
Brian turned, placing his back to the open passenger door. “Don’t try anything,” he warned. “I’ll shoot if you or Allie make a wrong move. I’m going to get in first, then you’re next.”
He eased back and stooped, clearly intending to settle into the backseat. Clearly not expecting her to make a move given he had a gun pointed at her. But he was going to kill them anyway. She knew that. And she’d just as soon take her chances right here and right now.
Linda did the only thing she could think of. With a mighty shove, she sent the car door barreling toward him and screamed, “Allie, get out!”
The door slammed against Brian’s right arm with enough force that he screamed and dropped the gun. Linda dove for it and had just wrapped her fingers around the handle when Brian slammed his foot down on her arm.
She screamed in pain.
Vaguely she was aware that Allie had bolted out of the car and was racing back toward the D.A.’s office. Brian obviously realized the same thing.
Panic swept over his face.
“No,” he said before turning his sights back on Linda. “You damn bitch. I’m going to kill you!” he shouted. Then he was on her.
Dragging her up by her hair. Hitting and kicking her.
It was just like the night Guapo’s men had beat her, only then it had been a different parking lot and she hadn’t known whether anyone was close enough to hear or help her.
That wasn’t the case now. People were close. So close. Allie would get them.
But even so, Linda knew she couldn’t rely on anyone else to save her.
So just as she had with Guapo’s men, Linda fought for her life.
She clawed at Brian’s eyes and screamed as loud as she could.
Ultimately her screams weren’t enough to drown out the shouts of the others as they ran out into the parking lot and came to her aid.
She saw Neil running toward them. But before he could get there—somehow, some way, Tony was there.
He pulled Brian off Linda and wrestled him to the ground. Brian was flailing and kicking, but soon he was surrounded by a bunch of officers, all with their guns pointed at him. Instantly, Tony was at her side.
“Linda. My God. Are you okay?”
She couldn’t talk. She gulped for air. But words weren’t what mattered. Action was.
As she threw herself into Tony’s arms, she knew he’d truly saved her. Not just now, when he’d pulled Brian off of her, but far earlier than that.
He’d saved her when he’d returned to Sacramento. When he’d returned to avenge Rory Maverick. And, she was sure, when he’d also returned for her.
* * *
Later that night Linda lay silently in Tony’s arms. Even though they’d made love, even though Linda seemed happy, he was once again haunted by fears that sometime soon, she was going to add up all the heartache he’d caused her and kick him to the curb again. For all he knew, she was simply enjoying the sex and wasn’t really considering anything long-term between them.
Slowly Tony eased himself away from Linda and stood. Silently he put on his pants, then padded to the kitchen where he poured himself a glass of milk and sat at her dining-room table. Instead of drinking the milk, however, he simply stared at it. He should simply ask her what she was thinking and feeling but—
“I love you, Tony. I always have and I always will.”
At the sound of Linda’s voice, Tony closed his eyes. Oh, God. The way her words mirrored his mental yearning almost made him dizzy. Now that she’d said the words, he didn’t doubt she meant them. She loved him.
But she’d also loved him before. And it hadn’t been enough to keep them together.
Maybe it never would be.
She was Linda Delaney. Prosecutor. Warrior woman.
And he was flawed. Too flawed.
He sensed her sit down beside him. Felt her reach out and lay her hand on his. “I’ve never said that to another man in my life, Tony. Not before you and not after you. I love you.”
Tony turned his hand so he could clasp hers. “I know that. And you know I love you so much. But I’m scared, Linda. My addiction got in the way of our happiness once before. And that was before Guapo’s men and Justine tried to kill you because of me. Someday, that’s going to sink in and—”
“I don’t blame you for their actions, Tony. I never will.”
“How can you be sure?”
“I just am. I love you,” she said.
When he didn’t respond, she said it again. “Tony, I love you.” As if repeating it would make his insecurities vanish. But it didn’t.
“I love you, Tony.”
“Damn it, don’t,” he said, suddenly standing and pulling away from her. “Don’t love me. You shouldn’t love me.”
She stood as well, her voice calm. Sure. “I can’t help it.”
“I’m not worth it, Linda. You know that. I’m nothing.”
Linda shook her head. “You’re everything. I love you. Despite your addiction. Despite the problems and hard times we’ve faced. I love you and I trust you. God, Tony.” Linda’s voice grew harsh with emotion. “I let you go before. I know now it was a mistake.”
“You’re only saying that because you know I’ve remained clean. But there’s no guarantee I won’t slip up in the future, just like you thought I had before.”
“No, there’s no guarantee you won’t, but I can guarantee this. I won’t stop loving you, Tony. And I won’t leave you. Not ever again. I’m standing here giving you my heart. Don’t break it by walking away from me. I want a future with you and that’s never going to change.”
Could she be telling the truth? He mentally cursed at himself. Of course she was telling the truth. The question was, was she right? Could he allow himself to believe her? Could he allow himself to believe in them?
But what other choice did he have? He could either take a risk and try his best to keep her, try his best to deserve her or he could spend the rest of his life without her.
Cautiously, he stepped toward her. “I’ve been thinking about getting a pet. A dog. What—what do you think about that? You want to get one together?”
She smiled. “How about a cat and a dog?”
Tony laughed. And all of a sudden, he believed.