Golden Trail (The 'Burg #3)(22)
When Layne answered, he did it honestly but he didn’t do it fully.
“Her brother is a good friend, so’s her Dad. She and I are connected. We’ve been tryin’ to avoid each other but me gettin’ shot made that less easy for her to do. We’re workin’ shit out.”
“You gonna go for it?” Jasper asked.
“Can’t tell the future, Jas, if I could, we’d be livin’ in Rio and you’d each have your own jet,” Layne answered, hoping to inject humor into the discussion which, already not the most comfortable, was getting even less so and Tripp laughed.
Jasper’s lips twitched and he shook his head.
“You should go for it,” Tripp suggested and Layne’s surprised eyes cut to his younger son.
“Tripp, don’t, Pal. Okay? Whatever happens, happens but Rocky and me, we may sort it out so she’ll be over at her Dad’s when Dave has a barbeque but she won’t be ironing your boxers.”
Tripp kept his eyes on his old man then he nodded and whispered, “Right,” but, f**k him, Layne still saw hope there.
Deciding their conversation was done, Layne indicated their bowls with a dip of his head. “Get those in the dishwasher, get your books, get to school.”
Tripp moved instantly. Jasper stayed where he was and studied Layne for awhile before he followed his brother.
Layne timed his next for when Tripp was in the garage heading to Jasper’s Charger and Jasper was almost at the utility room door.
“Jas, a second,” Layne called, Jasper stopped, looked at him and Layne got closer. “You’re stayin’ with me next week but when you talk to your Mom and when you go home, I want you to keep your eyes and ears open.”
Jasper’s body went tight as did his face. “Why?”
“Don’t know, not yet, but I need you to be my ears with your Mom.”
Jasper’s eyes narrowed, not in anger at Layne, but in understanding. “Stew?”
Layne nodded and gave his son the truth. “He’s an ass**le. I don’t like him with your Mom. She’s got her sister in town, friends and she’s also got you, your brother and me. Of all of those, all she’s really got to look out for her is you, your brother and me. We gotta look out for her. I’m gettin’ a bad vibe and I want you to keep sharp. You hear anything or even feel anything, you tell me. Yeah?”
Jasper stayed silent and stared at Layne for a long time. Then something lit in his eyes, something Layne hadn’t seen since Jasper was a little kid. Something Layne missed like he’d been breathing half the amount of oxygen any other human needed and the other half just came whooshing into his lungs.
Then he muttered, “Yeah, okay Dad.”
Layne wanted to touch him, Christ, his hand itched to curl around Jasper’s neck but he checked it.
“Do me a favor and keep this conversation from Tripp. Right now, you and me are workin’ this. We need Tripp, I’ll let you know.”
Jasper nodded.
Layne jerked his head to the door. “Go to school.”
* * * * *
“Can’t do it, Drew, wish I could but I gotta focus on shit that pays,” Layne told Drew Mangold.
He was at the Station because he wanted to talk to Colt, Sully and Mike about Stew.
He’d been to the Station a couple of times since he’d been released from the hospital but Rutledge had not been there any of those times.
Rutledge was there now. Layne had locked eyes with him as he’d walked up the stairs ten minutes ago. He’d buried the burn seeing that ass**le ignited inside him. Then he’d tipped up his chin, lifted a hand and gave him a flick of two fingers. Rutledge had visibly tensed when he’d seen Layne but his face went slack when Layne greeted him like he always did if he was at the Station when Layne walked up the stairs.
Layne knew a lot of the men in that Department, most of them he knew well, some of them had worn a uniform at the same time Layne had.
Rutledge was not one of those men. He hadn’t been around for very long and most of what Layne knew about him was that he was dirty so he didn’t want to know much more. Unfortunately, since he was dirty, Layne had to investigate him so Layne knew Rutledge a lot more than he wanted to and none of what he knew was any good.
Layne couldn’t begin to guess what was going on in Rutledge’s mind after Layne behaved like normal. He could think it was indication that Layne had learned his lesson and backed down. He could wonder if he’d been wrong about what he suspected Layne was doing before he told whoever was pulling his strings to order the hit thus wondering if he acted rashly. He could be considering both or something else. Layne hoped he was considering both. They needed him off-balance and guessing not only the extent of their knowledge and who held it but also what they’d do next.
Colt, Sully and Mike weren’t there and Drew had corralled him to tell him about some weird shit that was happening at the Christian Church. Drew wasn’t wrong, it didn’t sound good, but Layne couldn’t look into it.
About two days after Layne came home and set up shop over Mimi’s, Merry punted him a case. Something the cops couldn’t stick their noses into and something that the interested party couldn’t pay a private detective for, especially not at Layne’s rates. It wasn’t a big deal, doing some searches, printing out credit history, it took him ten minutes. But he’d done it, he’d done it gratis and he shouldn’t have. It was the beginning of what Merry called Layne’s “Robin Hood Caseload”. Merry regularly punted shit he knew needed looking into, people he knew who needed help; all of them unable to pay for it, and Layne took them on and took care of their shit. The problem was, shit like that spreads so Sully and Sean jumped on the bandwagon. Then Drew.