“Yeah, but I’m closest to you and Colt,” Layne reminded him.
“And?”
“And because of that he’ll make Rocky in about a second,” Layne bit out.
“Yeah, and Rocky knows that. What Rutledge doesn’t know is that I’m close to my sister and I talk to her. Not a lotta cops share shit like this with their sister. Wife, maybe, their sister? No freaking way.”
“That is, if their sister didn’t hear their mother get murdered by a dirty cop in their own damned house,” Layne reminded him and watched Merry flinch. “He’ll make her.”
Merry recovered quickly. “She’s not dumb, Tanner. She’ll play it smart.”
“He’ll make her,” Layne repeated.
“He won’t make her, big man. Shit, he’s got someone in that Department on his ass. Because he felt the heat from you, he doesn’t know if it’s me, Colt, Sully or Haines. He’s too busy tryin’ to figure out which one of us made him to even think about makin’ Rocky.”
Layne was done with this conversation.
“I’m gonna talk to her,” he stated.
Merry was done too.
“Suit yourself but one thing. I got here tonight and she was in her head. Roc goes into her head for only one reason, and that’s when she’s got her feelings hurt. I know it isn’t her f**kwad husband because she won’t even speak to him except through an attorney and she tells me all about that shit. My guess is, whatever went down this morning between you and her, you scored a direct hit. I love you, man, you know it, sucked losin’ you when you two disintegrated and I’m f**kin’ thrilled to have you back, but I love her a f**kuva lot more than you and I find out she’s in her head because you can’t let go of something that happened eighteen years ago and still feel like gettin’ your licks in, you got me to worry about. You get me?”
“Like I said, Garrett, I’ll talk to her,” Layne gritted from between his teeth.
“Yeah,” Merry replied, watching him closely, “I know you will. I know from this conversation that you got her best interests at heart too, no matter that other shit. You just gotta know that she’s not in a good space right now. She’s the town chump, sleepin’ on her brother’s couch and knowin’ dirt is sittin’ at a desk next to her brother, that same dirt ordered a hit on her ex-boyfriend. She’s exposed, Tanner, vulnerable. I do not get a good feelin’ about you havin’ a chat with her when she’s this way and the only reason I’ll allow it is because I trust you. Don’t f**k that up.”
Layne knew Merry loved his sister, more than anyone on this earth, but he was done.
“One more word, Merry,” Layne said softly. “You know me better than that shit. One more word, I’m gonna take it personal.”
“Any other time, I’d know she could fight her corner –”
“This morning, I didn’t know she’d left Astley and I didn’t know any of this shit. You also know what happened between us and you know what it did to me. Cut me some f**kin’ slack.”
“Yeah,” Merry said quietly, his face had changed, it had gone soft, but his eyes had grown intense. “Yeah, brother. I know what it did to you.” He paused, leaned in and his voice dropped even quieter. “I know what happened too, I know more than you, brother. I know why it happened so maybe you’ll cut Roc some slack.”
Layne felt his body freeze again but before he could say a word, Merry finished.
“Got a date.”
Then he reached down, nabbed his smokes off the table and walked into the house.
Layne grabbed his smokes too and shook one out.
Today was a two cigarette day.
Absolutely.
Chapter Three
White Hat
At two o’clock that morning, Layne stood outside Merry’s condo door and knocked, loudly.
He’d gone home, he’d made certain the boys had their homework done and he’d gone to bed. He was going to sleep on it, think on it, consider his strategies after he f**ked things up so royally that morning with Raquel.
Then he couldn’t get it out of his head. None of it. Her husband f**king around on her. Her sleeping on her brother’s couch for two months. Her going in to do whatever the hell she was going to do to find dirt on Rutledge but mostly whatever the hell she was going to do to get Rutledge to trust her.
So he got up, got dressed, got in his truck and went to Merry’s.
Merry’s car wasn’t in the lot; he was sleeping elsewhere that night, as usual.
Rocky’s Mercedes was there.
When she didn’t answer, he knocked louder.
He heard her at the door before he saw her, hopefully checking the peephole. Then the outside light came on and the door opened. She was standing there and with one look at her, the breath went clean out of him.
First, because she was wearing a big t-shirt. She’d worn big t-shirts to bed, his, when they were living together (and before, she’d confiscated several while they were dating). This one was a blue, Indianapolis Colts tee and he knew it wasn’t Jarrod Astley’s because the man was taller than her, but slim, and she swam in it. If he thought about it, he’d have guessed she’d graduate to silk, satin and lace. She had not. Something about this hit him and it hit him hard.
Second, because she had her hair down. He hadn’t seen much of her the last year he was home but it wasn’t exactly a bustling city they lived in. He saw her – at Mimi’s, at Frank’s, coming out of Reggie’s with a pizza, at the grocery store. She always had her hair up, in a ponytail, a twist, a clip, a bun. Now it was down and it was longer than he expected. Longer even than when they were together. Long and thick and tousled around her face, over her shoulders, down her chest. Christ. Gorgeous.
“Is everything all right?” she asked, her voice sounding funny, scared and he knew she was worried about Merry.
And he took advantage of that fear. Instead of answering straight away, like she had that morning, he walked right through her but he stopped close, closed the door and locked it before he moved into the condo and saw the bed pulled out of the couch, the covers mussed. Merry had a multitude of beds he could choose to sleep in; he should let Rocky have his.
Once he successfully gained entry, he turned to her. “If you’re worried about Merry, he’s fine. He’s probably a lot more than fine just about now.”
She stared at him unblinking then she turned to the door then she looked back at him.