“We apologize for that error, and you can tack reimbursement onto us buyin’ out your protection on Rosie,” he offered.
Thinking on the check I wrote to Roxie the day before to reimburse her for the bags of clothes currently sitting on the floor in Ren’s bedroom, I thought this actually wasn’t a bad deal.
I heard a snap. I focused on Luke, saw he had his phone to his ear and he jerked his head to Mace.
Mace was bent over the counter, phone to his ear, other hand scribbling. He straightened and turned a pad of paper around to me.
On it, it said, Take the meet. Tell them you’re sending an intermediary.
I shook my head.
Mace jerked a finger at me then down to tap the pad.
I slid my eyes away and said into the phone, “Lincoln’s Roadhouse. Today. Three o’clock.”
“Fuck.” I heard Luke bite out quietly.
“Nowhere public,” the voice said in my ear.
“It’s public or it doesn’t happen. If it doesn’t happen, I have more time to focus on getting Rosie under my wing, unleashing the dogs to deal with you, and moving his operation back to Denver where I can keep an eye on him.”
This was obviously a partial lie. The first two were already happening. The last one, never.
I kept going. “You’re on my turf and you don’t sound entirely stupid, so you gotta know you’ve got no hope of locating Rosie before me. But given time, Rosie knows I’ll calm my shit and he’ll come to me. Then I can focus all my energies on you. And I had a lot of really sexy underwear in that apartment, all of it with fond memories. I’m feeling a little grumpy I’ve got to start from scratch.”
“Fuck,” I heard Luke bite out again, this time less quietly, and I looked at him to see him scowling at me.
I held his eyes as I said into the phone, “Lincoln’s. Bring your checkbook. Rosie’s a pain in my ass, but he’s mine. You make an offer that’s motivating and reimburse me for your error, he belongs to you.”
Then I hung up.
The minute I did so did Luke. Mace walked away, phone still to his ear.
Luke instantly launched in, leaning toward me growling, “Jesus, Ally. What the fuck’s the matter with you? Talkin’ about your underwear? Christ. You never sexualize yourself to guys like these.”
“You do when they think you’re a badass who isn’t scared of them, which I’m not because you nor Lee nor anybody would let anything happen to me,” I shot back. “You lose the upper hand if you act like anything they can do puts the fear of God in you. And newsflash, Luke. They knew where I lived, they know where I work. It’s a possibility they’ve had eyes on me. Therefore, unless they’re blind, they know I’m a girl. They don’t need me to sexualize me. They’re guys. They’ve already done it.”
Luke’s mouth got tight, which was silent macho badass for point taken.
“You need to set up for a takedown at Lincoln’s,” I ordered.
“Lee’s already on that,” Mace stated, walking back to us. “And you better prepare, woman, ‘cause he’s also on his way here and he’s not real happy.”
Whatever.
Lee wasn’t real happy when Indy and I bottle rocketed Nina Evans’s front yard when she spread that rumor I had herpes, her brother went ballistic and he had to step in.
And he wasn’t real happy the sundry times I’d gotten a bit past tipsy and interrupted his evening for a ride.
I could go on.
He always got over it.
He’d get over this too.
“I’m gonna go see if my stun gun is charged,” I told Mace and Luke.
Luke frowned at me.
Mace frowned at his boots.
I barely got three steps before Tex was there.
“I’m in,” he declared.
“This is team play,” Luke declined.
“I’m in,” Tex repeated.
“This’ll take three seconds, we don’t have to deal with a wildcard,” Luke returned.
“I’m,’ Tex leaned in and finished on a boom, “in!”
Luke stared him in the eyes.
Then he muttered, “Fuck.”
By the way, that was verbal macho badass that meant Luke was giving in.
A second after that, the bell over the door went and I looked that way to see Lee stalking in, eyes on me.
Yep.
Unhappy.
Whatever.
*
“Tex and Brian are already in place,” Lee said to me.
We were in the biography section of the bookshelves.
It was near go time for Operation Takedown New Mexican Baddies.
Tex, you know. Brian was Brian Bond. He was a uniformed cop who had been a rookie when Indy had her Rock Chick Drama, but now he had some experience under his belt. He was also partner with Willie Moses who, aside from being a seriously fine black man, was a friend of the family and a very good cop.
“I know,” I answered Lee.
“You go in, you keep an eye out. You do not look at Tex or Brian, even a glance. They do not exist for you,” Lee ordered.