Rock Chick Renegade (Rock Chick #4)(15)

I swung into King’s and knew immediately something was up.

King’s Shelter was a huge, ugly building off Evans close to I-25. It consisted of a big rec room with a pool table, television and bunches of couches and chairs; an enormous kitchen and dining area; six large bedrooms; a conference room where we did our family reunions; an open plan office; and three smaller rooms where we did counseling and tutoring.

There was a manager who ran the place and raised the money to keep it going, two full-time social workers, myself included, and one half-time tutor. We had two half-time professionals volunteering, one a social worker, one a tutor. Lastly, we had five volunteers who came and went as they pleased, three men and two women. They cooked, cleaned, spent time with the kids and stayed the night to let kids in or out and to keep an eye on things.

The place was packed when I walked in and everyone’s eyes swiveled to me and most everyone stared. Not good. King’s usually had a number of kids hanging around but this, in my experience, was an all-time record.

May saw me the minute I walked in and she approached me.

May was one of our daytime volunteers and did most of the cooking. She was well into her fifties. She was short, black, round, straightened her hair and then arranged it so she looked like a heavy-set, African American Jackie Kennedy circa the White House years.

“Hey hon,” she said when she made it to me.

“Hey May. Any sign of Sniff and Roam?” I asked.

“No, girl, but we gotta talk.”

I didn’t like the sound of that.

Before she could lead me away, Josefa, a thirteen year old Mexican-American girl who’d been on the streets for six months before I got her to King’s, approached us. She’d been reunited with her family a couple of weeks ago and they were in counseling. She wasn’t my kid, in other words, I wasn’t working her case, but I knew her all the same. I knew all the kids.

“Is it true?” she asked, a gaggle of her girlfriends were standing close and staring at me in awe, much like I stared at Crowe last night (and, possibly, this morning).

My heart stuttered, thinking she knew something about Sniff and Roam, and I asked her, “Is what true? And by the way, hello and how are you today?” I not-so-subtly reminded her of the pleasantries of conversation.

She ignored my reminder and said, “That you’ve partnered with Crowe. Is it true, you and Crowe are patrollin’ the street and takin’ down the dealers of Denver? A vendetta for Park?”

Oh crap.

“Mm hmm. This is what we gotta talk about,” May told me.

I looked from May, to Josefa, to her posse. “No. It’s not true,” I replied, and it wasn’t, exactly.

“But I heard you and him took down Shard last night,” Josefa said, looking disappointed.

I closed my eyes. Sniff and his big mouth.

Then I opened my eyes. “Josefa, I have not partnered with anyone. Don’t believe everything you hear.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie. I hadn’t partnered with anyone and it wasn’t me who took down Shard, it was Vance. I wasn’t going to share this with Josefa however.

“But I heard –” Josefa went on.

“Josefa, girl, enough. Leave Law alone. Go on. Scoot,” May cut in.

Josefa stared at me, so did her posse then they shuffled away.

May caught my arm, dragged me to a quiet corner and turned to me. “Well? Is it true?” she asked, her eyes lit with a fire I’d never seen before.

“May –”

“Don’t think we don’t know what you’ve been doin’. These kids talk, they been whisperin’ about you for weeks. I’ve been keepin’ myself to myself, not likin’ you out there alone, but not disagreein’ with you either. Park was a good kid. We all loved him. You partner with the likes of Crowe, well, I’m thinkin’ that’s a bit of all right.”

“May, I haven’t partnered with Crowe. Something happened yesterday and… erm… last night,” and that morning but I didn’t go into that, “I met him, we’ve talked, he helped me with a situation and that’s it. We aren’t partners.”

“He as cute as they say?” May asked, eyes still dancing with excitement.

Crowe? Cute?

I couldn’t help myself; I threw back my head and laughed.

“What’s funny?” May talked over my laughter.

“Vance Crowe is not cute,” I said when I got myself under control.

May’s nose scrunched. “That’s damned disappointing. I heard he was a little hottie.”

“Oh, he’s hot all right, but he isn’t cute. You don’t describe a man like that as cute,” I told May.

May’s eyes lit again. “How do you describe him then?”

I thought about this and couldn’t come up with anything. He was simply indescribable. You had to see him, and if you were lucky (which, surprisingly, I was) feel him.

“Just… not cute,” I said.

May must have caught something on my face because she smiled wide. “Bet he wouldn’t describe you as cute either,” she told me.

Whatever.

Time to move on.

“You hear anything about Roam and Sniff?”

“Not word one. They’re out on the street, of course, probably spreading this Crowe and Law Death to All Denver Dealers Crusade story far and wide. I was you; I’d get those boys in here. Pronto.”