“Yes, I can see that’s reasonable, now that you explain it. I can see why you’d speak to me that way considering I…” she leaned in and finished on a hiss, “made you a cup of coffee.”
“You’re bullshitting me again,” he told her. “You get what I’m sayin’ to you.”
She shook her head and said, “Go home, Layne.”
“We gotta put this behind us, for your Dad and your brother.”
“I tried to do that this morning. It didn’t work. Once bitten, twice shy. I think the avoiding each other tactic is a better strategy. Let’s go back to that.”
“You didn’t try to do that this morning, Rocky. You came by, olive branch extended, but only so you could soften me up for the blows you’d deliver later.”
Her upper body jerked back. “What?”
“Rutledge?”
She looked away but when her eyes came back to him, they were narrowed. In that second, she’d braced for attack and she’d dug in. He knew it.
“That’s none of your business.”
“That wasn’t what Merry told me tonight. He told me you were looking for firepower.”
“Yes, but like I said, after our chat by my car, I’m no longer looking for that. Not from you.”
“And who’s gonna take your back in this crusade, Roc? ‘Cause trust me, sweetcheeks, you go in without backup, you are gonna be fucked.”
Her face turned to marble before her lips moved. “I’ll be fine.”
“You’ll be fucked.”
She leaned in again. “I’ll be fine.”
“Lotsa reasons a dirty cop goes dirty. But unlike a criminal, he’s got more reasons not to get caught. He gets caught, he loses everything. He loses face, he loses family, he loses respect, he loses his badge, he loses his career and he goes to a place he does not wanna go. Boys in prison, they don’t like cops. He’s either dead or he’ll wanna be. That means a dirty cop who hasn’t made all he needs to break away clean and disappear is gonna get antsy when he feels heat. And by antsy, I mean desperate.”
When she replied, she did it quickly and quietly. “I know that.”
“I know you know that which makes me wonder, your Dad uses a cane when it rains but is reminded every day when he wakes up alone, why you’d put that shit out there for him to experience again.”
He heard her suck in breath.
Merry told him to go easy on her but he had no intention of doing that. Too much was at stake.
“Carson Fisher was dead three days after he was sent down,” he reminded her.
“Layne –”
“Shiv to the gut, they didn’t twist it, they yanked it straight through him, straight through his heart. He bled out about a second after he hit the ground.”
“Be quiet,” she whispered.
Layne wasn’t quiet. “Your Mom went down so he could avoid that.”
“Be quiet,” she whispered louder.
“Your Dad went down for the same reason.”
“Stop it, Layne.”
“I went down six weeks ago for the same fuckin’ reason, Rocky.”
Her arms uncrossed, she leaned forward sharply and she yelled, “Stop it, Layne!”
“Merry doesn’t want you out there with Rutledge and I figure your Dad doesn’t know about this but if he did, he wouldn’t want you out there either.”
“You forget, Layne, that Dad knew exactly what you’re telling me and he still stayed on Fisher,” she shot back.
“True enough but he had no idea he was puttin’ more than his ass on the line. You asked him now, I bet he’d tell you he’d stand down.”
“Then you don’t know my father very well,” she returned.
He had to admit, she was probably right about that. She was also wrong about it.
“He fucked up,” Layne told her.
“He did not, he did the right thing. Shit like that happens to cops every day. He knew the score, so did Mom.”
“You sure about that?”
“Absolutely.”
“Got yourself all talked into it, then,” he noted.
“Go to hell, Layne.”
“Sweetcheeks, your Dad thought Cecilia or you were in danger, he would have done things differently.”
“He wouldn’t stand down.”
“No, but he would have made you safe.”
She tossed her hair then said, “You’re right. That’s a good idea, Layne. I’ll let Dad in on this. He won’t like it, it’ll probably piss him off, but, like Merry, and you, he won’t stop me but at least he’ll be in the know and he can do what he wants with that knowledge.”
“Merry’s right, you’re smart. None of us can out you which means none of us can stop you. You got us all cornered.”
She didn’t reply, just stood there and glared at him.
“Problem with that is, if I remember the story right, your Dad talked to your Mom. The deal was, something happened to him, she took what he left her to the cops. That’s why, after Fisher dropped your Dad, he went for your Mom.”
He watched her face get pale as she swallowed but she didn’t speak or lose the fire in her eyes.
“Now, it’s the other way around,” Layne continued. “See, he’s guessin’ now, which boy enlightened me. He can’t be sure and he can’t ask questions. So he’s off-balance. But he makes you, he knows Merry’s made him. So he drops you then goes after Merry. Maybe your Dad. Maybe me too.”
Rocky remained silent.
Layne went on. “I was in surgery, then unconscious. Tell me, Roc, what were Tripp and Jasper like when you saw them at the hospital?”
She spoke then. She whispered, “Shut up, Layne.”
“You recognize the look in their eyes?”
“Shut up.”
“See that somewhere? The mirror, maybe?”
“Go to hell!” she shouted and whirled, her hair flying out behind her, she stomped to the door, unlocked it and yanked it open. Standing there holding it, she turned back to him. “Get out.”
He walked right up to her, wrenched the door out of her hand and slammed it. Then he moved into her, she retreated and he backed her up until she was against the wall and he kept going until their bodies touched. Then he caged her in, one hand flat against the wall at her waist, the other one at her shoulder.
She put her hands on his chest and then she put pressure there.
“Step back!” she demanded.