Golden Trail (The 'Burg #3)(163)

Layne held Ryker’s eyes as Ryker stalked through the coffee shop toward him.

“Baby, gotta go,” Layne said into the phone. “Ryker’s here.”

“Oh, okay,” she replied. “Are we still going to the game tonight?”

“Yeah,” Layne answered. “I’ll pick you up. Get a snack, sweetcheeks, we’re havin’ pizza and beer at your place after.”

“Oh, okay,” she repeated, this time softer, breathy again. She remembered weeks ago, she liked what they shared weeks ago, she wanted it back and she wanted it to have a different ending, just like him.

“We gotta talk,” Ryker growled, he’d made it to Layne, he was impatient and Layne nodded.

“Be at your place at seven,” Layne said to Rocky.

“All right, sweetheart, see you then,” Rocky replied.

“Later, baby.”

“Later.”

He flipped his phone shut, shoved it into his pocket and asked Ryker, “You want a coffee?”

“We gotta talk,” Ryker repeated.

Layne studied him until his coffee was up; he grabbed it and led the way out of Mimi’s. Blondie barked at Ryker again but followed close to Layne the short distance to his office, not taking her eyes off Ryker and not leaving her man. She didn’t know what to make of Ryker and she wasn’t sure what she was reading from Layne, but she did know what she was reading from Ryker, so she was being vigilant.

Layne let them into his office and he’d barely taken off his coat and settled in his chair, Blondie sitting sentry beside his desk, when Ryker spoke.

He was sitting across from Layne and his posture wasn’t lazy, it was alert to the point of being wired.

“You used to be a cop,” Ryker stated bizarrely, this not being the opening Layne expected, not that he knew what to expect.

“Yeah,” Layne returned guardedly.

“On the ‘burg’s PD,” Ryker growled and Layne studied him a moment before he nodded. “Still close with those pigs?” he asked and Layne’s neck muscles contracted.

“Yeah, Ryker, I am and you already know that. I gave that comment a pass once but head’s up now that I’m not a big fan of my boys bein’ called pigs and I’m not likely gonna give that comment a pass again,” Layne replied softly.

“They’re pigs,” Ryker shot back and Layne leaned forward, not a deep lean, enough to show Ryker he, too, was on alert and he was losing patience.

“I get you’re a badass, Ryker, but this is my place, my office, you show respect here, do you get me?”

Ryker didn’t hesitate before he went on. “One of ‘em in particular.”

Layne stared at him, understanding, and he went hyper-alert.

Then he growled, “Stop f**kin’ around, what’s got you tweaked?”

“My babe’s got a daughter,” he stated.

“And?” Layne prompted.

“Name’s Alexis,” Ryker told him.

Holy f**k.

It was Ryker’s turn to study him and he did, then he nodded. “I think you get why I was willin’ to be all over that shit.”

“Talk to me,” Layne ordered low.

“Yesterday, last night, this mornin’, I was all over that shit,” Ryker said.

“What’d you get?”

“Man and woman, comin’ and goin’, no schedule, but they’re both busy. The Youth Minister and his woman. Though, not sure she’s his woman. They walked to their cars together, no touchin’, just talkin’. He’s either whipped or she’s the one with the balls. He’s not the big man with her, she was the one with the ‘tude. She threw a stick and told him to fetch, he’d run.”

When he stopped talking, Layne urged, “Keep goin’.”

“Late night visit, bro, around eleven thirty, one of the tenants of The Brendel took a walk.”

Layne’s entire body got tight but he didn’t say a word.

He didn’t have to, he knew it when Ryker stated, “You get me.”

He got him. Rutledge.

Rutledge went to church every Sunday. Rutledge lived at The Brendel. Gaines acted like he was untouchable because he was, he had a dirty cop in his pocket, or, more to the point, whoever the woman was, she did.

Ryker leaned forward. “You tell your boys at the pig factory about this shit, you got problems… with me. This shit we work, you and me,” he lifted a big hand and motioned between the two of them, “the cops aren’t in this.”

“Only dirty cop in that Department is the one you saw.”

“You sure about that?” Ryker asked.

“Yeah,” Layne answered.

“Well, I’m not,” Ryker returned. “My guess, that shit comes down from the top.”

“The Captain?” Layne asked.

“He’s so dirty, he stinks.”

“He’s not dirty, Ryker, he’s ambitious, blinded by it.”

“Like I said, dirty,” Ryker retorted.

Layne rolled his chair to the desk, leaned his forearms into it and laid it out. “This is my investigation. I don’t like partners, especially partners who keep shit from me, like their woman’s daughter bein’ a favorite of the guy I’m investigating. That said, I’ll work with one when it suits me. Even though it’s uncool you kept that shit from me, workin’ with you suits me. Needless to say, seein’ as I don’t like partners, I don’t like men takin’ over my investigations. I got shit invested in this, I got a plan, we’re workin’ this my way.”