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“You can arrange for anything from behind bars. In fact, it’s probably easier. A constant flow of people with criminal mindsets, it doesn’t take much to find one who’s about to get out and willing to do you a favor for a price. Or one who knows somebody who will. And I’m guessing your ex still has the price.”
She wondered if he spoke from experience. She knew Josh hadn’t pressed charges for his attempted robbery all those years ago, but it didn’t seem likely that that had been the first foray into crime for the boy he’d been, the street gangster she’d heard about.
“Oh, yes,” she said. “He still has all the assets of the Huntington family. His father died four years ago, and controlling interest in all their varied enterprises passed to Daniel.”
“Somebody must be helping him run all that.”
“I’m sure the family attorney is dealing. He’s very efficient.” She grimaced. “As was his criminal attorney. Anyone less than Detective Drake, and the trial might have had a very different outcome.”
“Remind me to find her and thank her someday,” Tony said, almost under his breath.
Lilith found that curious; it had nothing to do with the current situation, and certainly nothing to do with Tony himself. “Really, I can’t believe—”
“If he was out, would you believe he could do this?”
Lilith didn’t have to think about that. “Yes.”
“And being denied even the possibility of early parole would really set somebody like him off.”
Wearily now, she conceded the fact. “Yes. He could never accept that he’d been convicted. Couldn’t believe a Huntington would actually be put in prison.”
“The pendulum has swung a bit,” Tony said.
Lilith’s brow furrowed. “How do you mean?”
“The public perception of justice has shifted. Nowadays you’re more likely to get hit hard the more prominent you are. Decade or two ago, he’d probably have gotten away with it. Or at least gotten a lesser sentence.”
Lilith knew that was likely true. And wondered again just how he’d gained his knowledge of the legal system.
“I’ll need to know what his weaknesses are. What will set him off, or oil his jaws.”
She blinked. “What?”
“What will get him talking. Or make him mad, if I need to.” For the third time, that fierce, wild look flashed in his eyes. “I’d like that.”
“You…you’re going to see him?”
“Easiest way to find out if he’s behind this. He’ll deny it, sure, but if I rattle him enough, he might give himself away.”
“He’s a very practiced liar,” she said.
“So am I, when I need to be,” he said negligently.
I’ll bet you are, Lilith thought.
The idea didn’t please her much.
Chapter 6 (#ulink_f72e555e-34cc-5b1f-99c2-b3f0bc43e50b)
Tony tapped a finger restlessly on the steering wheel of his car. As he had been since they’d left Redstone ten minutes ago. “This is a mistake.”
“Perhaps.”
“You don’t need to do this. If you’d just tell me—”
“You said you wanted to rattle him. Make him mad.” She gave him a wry grimace of a smile. “I can do that better than anyone.”
“How can you want to see him?” Tony asked, barely masking his incredulity.
“Believe me, I don’t. I have no desire to ever lay eyes on that man again. But I swore I would never cower from him again, either.”
He admired her fortitude, but said, “It’s not cowering.”
“It is if there’s anything to Josh’s suspicions, and he’s really behind this. If,” she added, “there really is a ‘this.’”
He didn’t tell her that, while he’d been doubtful at first, the moment he’d learned about her ex he’d become as convinced as Josh that there was more to this than just a couple of accidents.
Or perhaps he simply wasn’t willing to risk her life on the assumption they’d been mere coincidence.
“I’ll handle this,” he said firmly. “It’s my job, remember?”
“And it’s my problem.”
He tried another approach. “Would you let me interfere with your work?”
“If it was your area of expertise, yes.”
“Exactly.” He thought she had just proved his point, but she’d said it too quickly and easily; Lilith Mercer was no fool, and her steely determination was well-known around Redstone.
She proved his unease well-founded with her next words. “And Daniel Huntington is my area of expertise, not yours. If you want to push his buttons, I’m the one who knows what they are.”
And just that easily, she had him. And he was going to be stuck in a car with her on the drive that would likely take nearly an hour.
The Redstone name carried a lot of weight in most places, and between Josh himself, John Draven and Josh’s mysterious right-hand man, St. John, Tony guessed there weren’t many places where one of them didn’t know someone. In any case, one phone call had netted them permission to see the prisoner Daniel Huntington as long as they got there within the next two hours. Tony guessed whoever the contact was, he got off duty then.
“You’ll need to change,” he told her.
She drew back slightly. “What?”
“Your jeans. You can’t wear them to visit. Too close to prison blues.”
She stared at him, clearly wondering how he knew that, and for some reason he didn’t even try to understand he felt compelled to go on, as if in some perverse way he wanted her to be even more aware of the differences between them.
“You can’t wear some shades of green, either, because it’s too close to the guard uniforms.”
“I…see.”
“It’s my world, Lilith.” It hit him then, what he’d been trying to do, to make her keep the distance between them, because he wasn’t sure he could. He didn’t want to keep doing it, but he couldn’t seem to stop. “I know a lot of people in Chino. Gangsters I ran with. Gangsters I ran against. A couple of them are there because they killed my little sister in a drive-by.”
She looked at him just long enough to remove her next words from the category of automatic platitude. “I’m sorry.”
“Yeah,” he muttered, wishing he’d never started this. He hurried her along then, knowing it was going to eat up some of their two-hour window for her to stop and change clothes. But it would give him a chance to look at the scene of this morning’s incident, something he wanted to do as soon as possible anyway.
He was surprised when she directed him to a condominium building that looked as if it had once been apartments. It was well kept, and nicely landscaped, but definitely older than the high-rise style buildings that were popping up in the area.
“Twice the space for half the money,” she explained, as if she’d read his mind.
So despite her background, she had a practical streak, Tony thought as they started up the stairs to her front door.
“Who cut the wire?” he asked, gesturing to where the ends of the thin silver line were still wrapped around both newel posts of the stairway. He pushed out of his mind the thought of what a miracle it was that she hadn’t taken that full tumble, and focused on the evidence left behind.
“I did. My neighbor is seventy-five years old. A fall like that could seriously injure, even kill her.”
And a tumble down that flight of concrete stairs could have killed you, he thought.
He crouched to look more closely at the posts as she went inside to change. She was right. A fall like that would have been devastating for her older neighbor.
As if his thoughts had conjured her up, a woman who had to be Mrs. Tilly appeared at the bottom of the stairs, and he realized she must have gotten off the community Dial-A-Ride van that had just pulled out. She had a small bag of groceries and a handful of mail in addition to a capacious black leather purse slung over her right shoulder.
“Is this because of that wire?” the woman asked as she came up the stairs, very spryly for a woman her age, he noted. But she was having trouble with the groceries and the purse slipping off her shoulder, so he instinctively did what he would have done with his mother, who was about the same age; he took the bag. “Let me get that for you.”
She looked at him with a touch of wariness he appreciated. “It’s all right,” he said gently. “I’m not a threat.”
“I didn’t think you were, or Lilith wouldn’t allow you around.”
So she knew Lilith well enough to make that assumption. He barely managed to stop himself from probing that knowledge, knowing asking questions would probably have the woman running to Lilith to warn her off.
She let him carry the grocery bag across the landing to her door, where she dug out her keys, opened it, set her purse and the mail inside, then turned back to him and took the bag; she might not be afraid, but she was still cautious. “Are you a policeman or something? Are you here because of what happened?”
“Or something,” he said.
“I think it was that little scamp who lives downstairs.”
“Lilith told me.”
The woman looked thoughtful. “If it wasn’t him, who could it have been?”
“I was going to ask you. Did you see anyone around in the morning?”
“Just the gardener,” she said. “Although come to think of it, it was a new man, not Jose, who’s been here for years.”
“You talked to this man?”
“Yes. He said Jose was his cousin, or something like that. And he had all the equipment.” She wrinkled her nose. “And tattoos. I don’t care for those.”
If you only knew, he thought, but managed not to smile. “So he was Hispanic?”
She gave him a wary look, as if she thought he was setting her up to insult him. “Yes,” she finally said, and left him standing there on the landing as she went inside.
He was pondering the possible significance of an unknown Hispanic with tattoos when Lilith returned. She’d exchanged those jeans he’d admired for a pair of black twill pants that were almost as distracting, and a crisp, white blouse.
“Here,” she said, holding something out to him.
It was a plastic baggie holding a coiled length of silver wire that matched the remnants he’d been looking at.
“Not sure why I saved it. It looks like something you could buy at any hardware store, but there it is.”
“Good.” He took the bag. “Can’t hurt.”
He pulled the small, red-handled pocketknife he usually carried out of his left front pocket and made quick work of freeing the two tied ends of the wire. He noticed there were flattened spots on the one end, as if the person tying them had used a tool of some kind, likely pliers, to tighten the wire. He added the ends to the baggie and stuffed it in his jacket pocket. He could have Sam verify whether wire had been sold to any of Lilith’s neighbors, at least eliminate that possibility. Sam would love it, tied to a desk as she was…
They headed back down to where his car was parked at the base of the stairs. She didn’t go with any more noticeable care than anyone would, clearly not about to let the incident make her afraid of every step. And again he thought of determination.
By the time they were on the freeway headed north, he was realizing the drive wasn’t going to be quite the ordeal he’d thought. Whatever her reservations about him had been to begin with, she seemed to either be over them, or at least ignoring them for the moment. She seemed more than willing to just chat amiably.
Or maybe she’s just looking for a distraction from having to face her brutal ex, he told himself.
He was still having a bit of trouble absorbing what she’d told him. He realized now how stupid he’d been, thinking that things like that didn’t touch her world, but still, it was nearly impossible for him to think of this elegant, classy woman as a victim of such brutality.
And when he did, when he pictured her frightened and in that kind of danger, when he thought of her hurt and bleeding and alone, a rage he hadn’t felt since his days on the street welled up in him. The kind of rage that had gotten him into far too much trouble in his life.
Only this time he’d asked for it. Hell, he’d demanded it, demanded to be the one to help her, even knowing it would mean time like this, alone in her company, fighting his tangled feelings every step of the way.
Great.
Masochist didn’t even begin to describe it.
“I think,” Lilith said when the conversation turned, as it inevitably did between people who had their particular boss in common, “you have to have the most amazing ‘How I met Josh’ story in all of Redstone.”
“The most infamous, maybe,” he said as he signaled for a lane change to get out from behind a truck spitting rocks off its uncovered load. They were in the Redstone car he drove on assignment, but he took care of it as if it were his own, she noticed.
“That, too,” she agreed with a laugh, and was oddly gratified when that made him smile, perhaps because it looked as if it was in spite of himself.
“I owe Josh my life,” he said simply. “And not just for not having my…butt thrown in jail back then.”
She didn’t miss the change of words, and wondered if it was because she was female, or older than he, or simply that she was Redstone and therefore deserved the respect Josh demanded for all his people.
“I heard he sent you to school.”
Tony nodded, although he didn’t look at her. It wasn’t because there was a lot of traffic at this midday hour, but maybe he was just a careful driver, she thought.
“Yes.” She saw one corner of his mouth quirk. “It was his price for staying out of juvie. I’d been there twice, and I didn’t want to go back.”
This, she hadn’t known. Either part. “His price?”
“He told me I could go to this school he knew about, or I could go back in the system. My choice.”
She laughed; she couldn’t help it. “That’s Josh. Giving you options but making the right one all but impossible to pass up.”
