Marc (Bowen Boys, #4)(49)
“Oh, but there’s were you’re wrong. I have plenty to say. Like the money you stole from the National Bank on Tenth a week ago, and the five men you had killed when they failed to get out without getting the safety deposit boxes open. Or the two men you have rotting in your pool house.” She shook her head. “I have plenty more if you want to hear it, but if you’re willing to shut up and sit down, I’ll tell you what I want in exchange for the information your daughter gave to me.”
“Exchange? My daughter wouldn’t have given you a damned thing.” Kidd looked over at Dawson and grinned. “Is this your idea of a joke? It’s not terribly funny if it is. You should have told me that you were going to waste my time like this.”
“I had no idea what she was…. You have to know that I didn’t do this. She’s here because your daughter threatened her too. She just wants to talk to Anita. This is the daughter of the woman who killed your son.”
Crunching gravel had him turning. Marc looked as a cab pulled up in front of the house and a woman got out. He almost didn’t recognize her from her pictures they’d found on the Internet. Christ, she looked like she was in her late fifties instead of her mid-twenties. Caitlynne spoke in his ear.
“Is that Anita?” Her shock was evident. “Well, she should be the poster child for doing alcohol and drugs and why not to do them. She looks like she’s been rode hard and put away wet to rot. Good Christ, she’s nasty looking.”
Khan laughed. Marc watched the woman stagger to the front door, where Dylan was again. They watched from where they were as he took her purse and laid it on a table and then walked away. Both he and Khan moved toward the door to get into position on the inside. Caitlynne said that she was moving as well.
The door to the office had been left open just enough for them to go in when needed. Marc moved to just on the other side so he could see in and watch for Khan. He was making his way to the other entrance on the other side of the room. That door had been left open earlier by Dylan. When he saw his brother, they both shifted and waited. They were as ready as they could be. Christ, he hoped this went as planned, but had been on enough of these to know they never did.
As soon as Anita walked in the room, he knew for a fact this was going to end badly and tensed himself for whatever happened. Dylan walked up behind him and touched his shoulder. He turned to look.
He had her purse. Anita’s purse was in one hand and a Glock in the other. Marc felt as if ten years had been taken off him. Christ, he’d disarmed the mad woman. He nodded at his brother and watched as he shifted too. He knew that Reed, Dylan, and Sebastian were just outside the large window, and that Walker was in the room next door in the event that they needed his medical help. His family was there for him.
He listened to the happenings in the next room, feeling just a little better about how it might end.
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Jonny watched the woman she’d considered her friend walk in the room. She looked stoned. Not only that, but she also reeked of liquor. A quick glance at the other two men in the room confirmed that they were just as shocked as she was about Anita’s appearance.
Her clothes didn’t seem to fit her, and her blouse was on inside out. The skirt she had on was a deep coral color, and her blouse was a bright green. Jonny had no idea what she had done to her hair, but it looked as if she was trying for something along the lines of a rats’ nest and had succeeded at it. Her shoes probably explained some of the reason she was staggering; one was a nice-heeled pump, the other a tennis shoe.
“Daddy, I didn’t know you were going to be here. I’m so glad to see you.” When she stepped forward to more than likely give him a hug, he stepped back. “You’re not happy to see me? I can’t believe you’re still mad at me for that little tiff, are you?”
“What the hell have you done to yourself? You look…Christ, Anita, you look cheap. And drunk. Have you no shame to go out looking like this?” She looked down at her clothes, then up at her father. She didn’t seem to have a clue what he was talking about.
“I dressed up to impress Roy here into taking me back. I think I look very nice.” She looked at her shoes when she stumbled again. “Oops. I forget to change them both.”
Her laugh was maniacal and manic. She looked over at Jonny, just noticing her, and glared. She reached for something on her arm and turned in a full circle, nearly tumbling over in the process.
“Where is my gun?” She looked around and mumbled something about her purse before her father spoke again.
“You brought a gun here? You can barely walk. What the f*ck were you planning to do with a gun in your possession? Shoot yourself?” Anthony sat back down and looked at Roy. “I’ve changed my mind. You can deal with her.”
Before Roy could say anything Jonny stood up. “Hello, Anita. You’re supposed to be dead. But I guess that was a lie as well.”
“I think you should remember your place, little bitch.” Anita slipped to the couch and nearly fell over onto it. “I am twice the woman you’ll ever be. And when I take care of business here, I’m going to be rich too. Daddy will make sure of that for me.”
Jonny glanced in Anthony’s direction and then back at Anita. “I don’t think your daddy is going to help you with anything. But I did tell him what you told me about the bodies in the parking garage.”