"It can't be Mark," she said into his shirt. "But what if he's sent someone to find me?"
"Come here." He took her hand and started for the couch. But then, did he really want to talk to her amid the remnants of whatever violence had occurred?
Pausing, he thought about the study...but had memories of being with Devina on that f**king rug. Upstairs...yeah, right, the bedroom was a total no-go, and not just because asking Marie-Terese up there had letch connotations he didn't intend: too much Devina there as well.
Vin settled for the dining room table, walking her over and angling two chairs so that he could face her.
"You know," she said as she put her purse down and they sat together, "I'm actually a tough cookie."
He had to smile. "I believe that."
"You just seem to have come along at a hard time."
Vin extended his hand and touched one of the curled locks of hair by her face. "I wish I could do something to help."
"I'm leaving Caldwell."
His heart stopped. It was on the tip of his tongue to argue with her, but he didn't have that right - not by a long shot. Besides, he was hard-pressed to deny the decision: It was probably for the best. "Where will you go?" he asked.
"Anywhere. I don't know."
In her lap, her hands tangled and twisted as if they were paralleling the thoughts in her mind. "Do you have enough money?" he asked, even though he knew what she was going to say.
"I'll be okay. Somehow...Robbie and I will be okay."
"Will you let me help you?"
She shook her head slowly. "I can't do that. I can't...owe anybody else. I'm having a hard enougf time paying off the people I'm in debt to already."
"How much do you owe them?"
"I have another thirty thousand to go," she said, her hands stilling. "I started with about a hundred and twenty."
"What if I gave it to you and you paid it back eventually? I'm sure they're charging interest - "
"A debt is a debt." She smiled in a sad way. "There was a time when I hoped that some man would come in and rescue me from my life. And one did - except the rescue turned out to be a nightmare. Now I rescue myself - which means I pay my own way. Always."
But thirty thousand dollars? Christ, that was couch change to him.
And to think she'd been working off all that money doing...
Vin squeezed his eyes shut for a moment. Shit, he hated the pictures in his mind - even though they were mere hypotheticals for what she'd forced herself into, they lashed at him. And it would have been so easy for him to make it all go away for her - although he could see where she was coming from: Precisely that kind of savior routine had soured on her big-time, and the lesson had been too hard-learned to let go.
He cleared his throat. "What did the police say when you spoke to them just now?"
"They showed me a picture of the guy, and I told them I'd seen him at the club and talked with him. I was in a panic that some eyewitness had popped out of the bushes and said that they'd seen me going into the bathroom with him, but the cop didn't mention anything like that. And then..."
When there was a long pause, he had a feeling she was trying to choose her words.
He cursed softly. "Tell me you didn't say anything about being with me last night."
She reached for his hands, holding them tightly. "That's why I'm leaving."
As his heart seized up, he wondered if he shouldn't tell the thing to quit bothering to beat altogether. "You didn't. Oh, God...you should just stay out of - "
"When they asked me what happened after I talked with the guy, I told them that I left the club with one Vincent diPietro and that you and I were together all night long. From nine thirty to about four a.m." When he would have jerked his hands back, she held them in place. "Vin, I've done enough in life to be ashamed of. I've let a man abuse me for years...even in front of my son." Her voice cracked, but then grew strong. "I've whored myself out. I've lied. I've done things I used to look down on other women for...and I'm done with it. No more."
"Fucking hell," he muttered. "Fuck-ing hell."
Without thinking, he leaned in and gave her a quick kiss, then took his hands away and stood up. Unable to contain himself, he paced the length of the living room, up and back. Then did it again. She watched him the whole time, one arm draped along the back of the ornate chair she was on.
"I gave the police my cell phone number," she said, "and I'll come back to testify if I have to. I figure Robbie and I'll pack up tonight and just go. If the press doesn't know how to find me, my face isn't going to show up anywhere."
Vin stopped in the archway to the living room and thought of that security tape with his so-called face on it. Marie-Terese had no idea what she'd dropped herself into, because there was a f**kload more going on than simply an assault case. So, yeah, it was best that she just get out of town. He had a feeling he and his freaky-ass buddy Jim were going to have to figure out a way to get rid of Devina, and it wasn't just going to be a case of telling her to go pound sand.
As for who might be on Marie-Terese's tail? It couldn't be Devina because the trouble had started...shit, the night he'd first seen Marie-Terese at the Iron Mask.
"What?" Marie-Terese said.
He replayed the details of that evening. Devina had left before he and Jim had thrown down with those two college kids. Which meant it was theoretically possible that she could have killed the pair in the alley...except it made no sense. Why would she go after men who had been with Marie-Terese? Like that ex-husband, she wouldn't make others a target, and besides, Vin hadn't had anything much to do with Marie-Terese at that point.
"What's going through your mind, Vin?"
Nothing he could tell her, unfortunately. Nothing at all.
He paced down and back one more time - and then it dawned on him. Courtesy of her stepping up to the plate for him, he had her over a barrel. And he was a man who always took advantage of those kinds of things.
"Stay here," he said. "I'll be right back."
He strode out of the room and headed for the study.
Five minutes later, he returned with his hands full, and the second Marie-Terese saw what he was carrying, she opened her mouth to no-way him.
Vin shook his head and cut her off. "You say you pay your debts." One by one he laid out five stacks of one-hundred-dollar bills. "Well, I'm sure you'll allow me to do the same."
"Vin - "
"Fifty thousand dollars." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Take it. Use it to pay off the debt and carry you for a couple of months."
Marie-Terese shot up from her chair. "I'm telling the truth, not doing you a favor - "
"Sorry. You're not going to win this. I owe you for protecting me, and I have determined the going rate for that obligation is fifty grand. You're just going to have to deal with it."
"The hell I will." She picked her purse up from the table and slung it onto her shoulder. "I'm not
"A hypocrite? I beg to differ. You think you're the only one with pride? You're saying I'm not allowed to feel indebted to you? Pretty damn closed-minded."
"You're twisting my words!"
"Am I." He nodded at the cash. "Don't think so. And I also don't think you're crazy enough to bolt out of town with no resources. You use your credit cards, there's a trail. You withdraw the funds from your bank account, there's a trail."
"Damn you to hell."
"I have a feeling I've done that to myself already, thank you very much." He leaned down and shoved the piles in her direction. "Take the money, Marie-Terese. Take it and know that there are no strings attached. You never, ever want to see me again, that's okay. Don't go with nothing, though. You can't do that to me. I wouldn't be able to live with it."
In the tense stretch of silence, he realized that this was the first time since he'd started making paper that he was giving any of it away. Or at least trying to give it away. Over the years, he'd never supported charities or causes of any kind - if money was going out of his pocket, he had to get something tangible in return, and always at an increase in value.
"You're going to take this," he murmured. "Because this isn't knight-in-shining-armor time. I'm not trying to save you. I'm repaying a debt and giving you one of the tools you're going to need to build your better future."