Iver harrumphed. "That boy didn't look like a ghost to me. Judging by the expression on your face when you saw him, I'd say he's very much a part of your present."
I didn't answer. The last thing I needed right now was for Silas to be part of my present. He was past tense, and that's how it was going to stay. I'd left him behind in West Bend.
Silas and I were ancient history.
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CHAPTER SEVEN
SILAS
Trigg hung up the phone. "Abel is out of the hospital," he said. "He was discharged last night. He's good to go."
"That's a relief," I said. Just the thought of what that shitbird Coker had done to Abel, and to three of us now, was killing me.
"We're going out for beers," Trigg said. "It'll be a celebration. Abel's going to meet us."
"Yeah," I said. "It's a fucking celebration, Abel getting put in the hospital because of that asshole."
"All right, pessimist," Trigg said. "Or how about we'll celebrate the fact that he's going to be fine, and you can stew and be pissed off and figure out how to kill Coker."
I grunted. "That sounds better."
Please just tell me you’re not going to shoot the guy when you see him. Not in broad daylight anyway.” Trigg reached into the backpack he'd stuffed on the floor of the car, and opened a bag of potato chips.
"Come on, man," I said. "Not in my brother's car. You're going to be the one getting shot in broad daylight if you get crumbs all over the place."
Trigg ignored me, popping a chip into his mouth and chewing loudly, then wiping the corners of his mouth while continuing to eat. "I'm starving, man," he said. "I have to eat."
“Anyway, did I shoot him when I saw him last, mom?” I asked.
Trigg narrowed his eyes. “No,” he said. “But that was at the fight.”
“So?” I asked absently. The fight. All I could remember about the fight was Tempest, standing there beside Coker. Looking like sin in that outfit she was wearing, the skirt that hugged her curvy ass.
"You were distracted," he said. "And besides, witnesses."
“Are you saying he doesn’t deserve to get shot?” I asked. “After what the hell he did to me? To Johnny? Now with the hit and run, the way he messed up Abel?”
“That's not what I'm saying at all, and you know it,” Trigg said. “Coker deserves worse than getting shot. Screwing with fighters the way he’s done? I’m just saying, don’t do something in broad daylight, that’s all.”
“I’m not a dumbass.".
“I didn’t say you were a dumbass, Dumbass,” he said. “I just want to know what the hell’s going through your head.”
“Shut up and eat your chips, Trigg,” I said. “I didn’t invite you along so we could talk about our feelings. Coker is a goddamned safety hazard. End of story.”
“So was Jade,” he said.
I laughed, the sound bitter. I hadn't heard that name in a while.
“Jade.” I spat out her name.
Jade was my ex-girlfriend, the one who betrayed me. Betrayal was too kind of a word for what she’d done. Attempted murder was more accurate. I didn’t know if she’d ever given a shit about me, or if she’d just been Coker’s lackey from the very beginning. Coker knew I was too paranoid for him to do something to me himself, so he’d used her. She was the one who’d slipped me something at the fight, laced my drink.
Jade could go to hell as far as I was concerned.
“She’s nowhere, you know,” he said. “Fell off the radar. She's probably out in the desert somewhere.”
I already knew that much. Jade had disappeared after that fight, months ago. I'd tried to get a handle on where she'd gone before I left, but I couldn't. I didn’t know if Coker was protecting her or if she was dead. To be honest, after what she’d done to me, I hoped it was the latter.
“Good riddance,” I said. "The same shit should happen to Coker. We could leave him out in the desert."
Trigg looked over at me from the passenger seat, a grin on his face. "Yeah, sure, we'll just kill him and leave him out there. No problem." He paused for a beat. "A pretty boy like you should do well in prison."
"Shut the hell up before I punch that fucking smile off your face," I said.
"Seriously, though," Trigg said. "A couple of friends of mine are with a biker club out here that does some fighting, run bets and stuff for some of the rich folks out here. The Inferno MC. I'm sure they could make Coker disappear."
"Or we could do it ourselves."
"Have you ever disposed of a body?" Trigg asked. "It's not that fucking easy. This isn't a damn TV show. Do you know how much forensic shit there is to think about?"
I laughed. "You've been watching too much CSI."
"I'm not joking, man," he said. "You're the fucking genius. You should know that."
"Why do you think I haven't taken care of him?" I asked.
Trigg shrugged. "I don't know what you got going on in that big fat brain of yours," he said. “I really just thought you'd up and left Vegas for West Bend."
"I need to go back," I said. I tapped my fingers on the steering wheel, thinking about all the crap I needed to deal with back home.