Walker (Bowen Boys, #1)(54)

She kissed him quickly and turned on the shower. She had to threaten him three times when he tried to join her. They would never make it on time if he did and they both knew it. She was just finished getting dressed when the doorbell rang. She went to answer it when Walker stepped out of his own shower.

The limo driver tipped his hat at her and nodded. “Hello, Miss McCray. The jet is ready to go and the things you asked to be brought here are just there. Would you like for me to have them brought in?”

She nodded and when Walker came down the stairs, three more people were there besides the driver. She introduced him to his new staff. “The week before I blew my house, they were living with me. But things had gone from bad to oh hell in a short amount of time and I sent them home. They’ve been waiting for me to call them back from DC for a week now. And I think that Dotty there took what little plants I’d let her keep in the house.” He nodded. “I told you I came from money. I thought we’d have a little house built for them behind your house.”

Soon, they were in the car riding to the airport. Walker hadn’t said much until they got in the limo. He wanted to know how he was going to house them all, and what did they think they were going to do all day? She told him that they always did things for her and she loved not having to worry about the daily crap. He looked out the window as he continued.

“Anything else I should know before we get to the house in DC?”

She nodded as they entered the airport.

“Like what? Do you live in a mansion?”

“Yes. It had too many bedrooms and a bigger staff than the president has. Plus.” She pointed to the plane. “That belongs to us as well.” She knew if she lived to be a thousand years old she’d never forget the look on his face when he saw the jet. She was handed out and then him. As they walked up the steps and he stepped inside he looked at her.

“How long do we have before we get there, and does this thing have a bed in it?”





Chapter Eighteen


Jerry put his cell phone back in the mattress when he heard someone approach. He had been having problems with it for several hours now and was waiting to hear from Jackson again. The man was supposed to call him over five hours ago.

The cell door opened and he looked up. Before now someone had simply shoved his tray of food under the door and left. The door opening this time startled him. He didn’t bother standing when he saw who it was.

“Hello, Jerry. Long time no see.”

Warren Russo did not deserve his respect and he wasn’t going to acknowledge it by answering him.

“I’m just going to have a…ah, there we go.” A chair was brought for him and by none other than Caitlynne McCray, the biggest pain in his ass since just before he’d killed off his own mother. She leaned against the open cell door and smiled at him. Jerry decided that when this was over he was going to cut her mouth from her face and piss on it.

“What the f*ck are you doing still alive?” He didn’t mean to say that out loud and was pissed when she laughed at him. He was going to have to learn to control his mouth. It had gotten him into more than a little trouble lately.

“Some days, I wonder the same thing. But I am alive and kicking, no thanks to you and Garrett.” She stretched her arms over her head and he saw her badge and gun. The f*cking cunt was pissing him off more.

“Get her out of here. If you want to talk, that’s fine. Waste your breath, but I won’t have her here mocking me.” He glanced over at the phone when one went off. He knew his was on vibrate, but the sound had caught him off guard.

“The service has been cut off to yours.”

He looked up at her when she spoke.

“We did that when your buddy Nestor told us he’d slipped one in here to you. He said to tell you ‘hi,’ by the way. He’s been extremely helpful to us.”

Nestor. He had wondered what had happened to the man. Garrett had told him once that the little man had more dirt on people than he had sense. Jerry looked away, thinking of all the information the shit had on him. The man had better not give up… He looked at her again when she spoke. He asked her what she’d said.

“I said we have Jackson too. He isn’t singing as much as Nestor did, but then we have enough on him to do what we want. He and you have been working together for a long while and we now have all the notes that Nestor took to do yours and Garrett’s bidding. It was very good of Nestor to do that, don’t you think? By the way, his money with yours and the others will go a long way to helping a great many people.”

If she had Jackson then she knew a great deal more than he’d been put in here for. He was not just going to be in prison for a long time now, but he was going to be put before a firing squad right along with Jackson and a great many other people. Jerry tried to wrap his mind around what was happening and only looked up at her when Warren stepped back into the cell. He’d stepped out to answer the phone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. And I certainly don’t know any Marine named Jackson. You have me confused with someone else.” When she threw back her head and laughed he tried to think what he’d said that had been that f*cking funny.

“Oh Jerry, my boy, you are such a liar. That’s really too bad too. If you had even tried to tell the truth, things might have gone a bit different.” She kneeled down in front of him. “I never said he was a Marine.”