Golden Trail (The 'Burg #3)(226)

“Investigation is off-limits to those officers not assigned to it but since he went home last night, my guess is no,” Merry answered

“He bolted?” Layne asked.

“Not yet, got a man sittin’ on The Brendel,” Merry replied.

“He’ll bolt,” Layne stated.

“I know, the interesting thing will be, where will he bolt?” Merry returned and Layne’s eyes went to his. “Goulding is stupid but Rutledge is a piss ant. He’s not gonna wanna go down for other people’s shit.”

“You think they can get him to inform?” Layne asked.

“No, I think he’s gonna go lookin’ for help outta this tough spot,” Merry answered.

“Wanting to keep his job?”

“No way, wanting a lifetime guaranteed lounge chair in Brazil or wherever the f**k he intends to go.”

“Shakedown,” Layne muttered.

“Be my guess,” Merry replied. “He’s not keepin’ whatever money he got from her in his accounts, we know that, it’s probably in his mattress. But he lives at The Brendel. Roc tells me his clothes are nice. He drives a top of the line, Hyundai Genesis Coupe. He has a standard of living. He’s the type of man who’s gonna wanna keep it. He’s not dumb, but he’s just stupid enough to make that play.”

“So we’re not done yet, you reckon?” Layne asked.

“Nope,” Merry answered.

Layne’s eyes went to Devin. “Bugs.”

“Can I finish the Colts game?” Devin asked.

Merry pulled out his phone and flipped it open. “Let me see where Rutledge is. He may be watchin’ the Colts too. Obviously, I know nothing about illegal listening devices being planted in the home of an officer of the law, but I might be able to arrange to know when Rutledge leaves his apartment, where he’s going, if it’s safe for someone, say, theoretically, to plant illegal listening devices, and I might be able to arrange for that someone to know when Rutledge is on his way back.”

Layne turned away from Merry and grinned at the mouth of his beer. Then he took a slug.

Merry ascertained that Rutledge was home and asked for updates on his activity. Devin and Dave wandered inside, taking Blondie with them. Merry shook another cigarette out of his pack.

“You might not wanna light that, brother, since I intend to talk to you about Mia,” Layne told him and Merry’s eyes cut to Layne.

“Don’t go there,” he warned.

“Sorry, I’m gonna,” Layne returned.

“None of your business, Tanner.”

“She cheat on you?” Layne asked.

“Tanner –”

That meant no.

“Bust your balls?” Layne cut him off.

Merry looked away and lit his cigarette.

“Was she shit in bed?”

Merry exhaled and then his jaw got tight.

That meant no too. A big no.

“You think about her when you f**k your other women?” Layne pushed and Merry’s eyes sliced to him.

“Shut it, Tanner.”

“You do,” Layne murmured.

“Fuck off,” Merry clipped.

“Not doin’ any of those other women a favor, closin’ your eyes and thinkin’ of Mia,” Layne remarked.

Merry was silent.

“You can f**k your way through the ‘burg, you care about her and can’t get her outta your head, you’re never gonna find that again,” Layne told him.

“Roc’s had a tough weekend, brother, don’t think she’ll wanna rush out to your backyard and wade into a fistfight between her brother and her man,” Merry threatened.

Layne ignored him and advised, “Get back in there.”

Merry didn’t respond.

“Look around and learn, Garrett, don’t waste time.”

Merry took a drag from his cigarette.

“You did me a favor, brother, you took a chance and pushed me into makin’ the right decision. Now, I’m returnin’ that favor,” Layne stated.

Merry wrapped three fingers around his bottle of beer, lifted it and took a pull.

“It’s all around you, Garrett, wake the f**k up,” Layne whispered and Merry didn’t turn his head but his eyes slid to Layne.

“What?” he asked curtly.

“Colt and Feb, Cal and Vi, Roc and me. Jesus, just look at Cal. Fuck, what happened to him? Now I see him laughin’.” When Merry made no comment, Layne went on. “I remember Mia had a wicked funny sense of humor.”

Merry looked away.

“This is what I know,” Layne started. “Life was what life was for me and after Rocky, it was never great. What sucks more is knowin’ that Rocky led a life that also wasn’t great. That sucks more, Merry.” Layne stood and looked down at Merry who kept his eyes to Layne’s yard and he fired his parting shot. “If Mia feels the way you feel, don’t you wanna stop that?”

Merry closed his eyes and swallowed.

Layne turned and walked into the house.

* * * * *

Layne’s eyes shifted to Devin, who was sitting in an armchair, his head nodding. He needed the couch.

“Dev,” he called and Devin’s heard turned to him. “Try the sectional,” Layne advised.