The guy next to him finally showed a reaction, sitting up in his seat and frowning. “Hey, you mind if we go right here at this lane?”
“No difference to me. We have to case the entire place.”
Following the winding road, Duke looked over the headstones without seeing them. Instead, he was focused on the cedar trees and the maples, the oaks and the pines, looking for downed limbs, or branches that were hanging half-dead. The cemetery had been bleeding money for the last five years, and on the brink of ruin—at least until the city had stepped in and taken over the heavy-lifting maintenance.
And there was an internal logic to that Robin Hood routine: Rumor had it the mayor’s mother was buried somewhere on the grounds—no way he was going to let things go into the shitter on his watch in office.
So, yeah, muni workers were now responsible for snow removal and large projects, with the mowing left to a skeleton crew of groundsmen.
Whatever. More hours for him, which he—
He knew even before they got close what burial was happening … Cait’s Lexus was among the row of cars parked off to the side of the lane.
Long, long, long line of vehicles.
Duke drove past them and intended to keep going—except then he saw someone he recognized. And no, it wasn’t his woman that got his attention. It was the motherfucker standing next to her.
He hit the brakes.
“What the hell are they doing here?” he heard his wingman say.
Funny, he was thinking that very thing.
The two of them got out of the truck at the same time.
The burial had obviously just concluded, people breaking off into little somber groups and talking quietly as they dispersed into the sunlight.
It was with a sense of utter unreality that Duke watched from across the way as Cait’s blond head turned to a man who had long, dark hair pulled back from a face that belonged on a magazine cover. The pair of them went over to a group of three who were standing directly over the grave, and after a suitable period of hugging, they turned away and began walking in the direction of her car.
Duke stepped forward before he was aware of moving. And then he was walking a path to intercept them.
Cait saw him first, and her expression changed instantly, recognition replacing her sadness. “Duke! Hi,” she called out with a wave.
Look at me, Duke thought. Look at me, you son of a bitch.
His brother’s eyes swung around, and it was so satisfying to watch the bastard’s whole body tighten up as if he’d been slapped. There was also a moment of confusion as he watched Cait rush forward, her arms out and ready for an embrace.
As she came up to him, Duke was more than happy to oblige, pulling her against him, staring over her head at his godforsaken brother.
A flash of epic fury made G.B. seem downright ugly, but of course he covered it up fast. He’d always been good at that. Very few knew what he was really like.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” Cait said against Duke’s pecs.
He bent down and kissed her, right on the mouth. “Just doing my job. You okay?”
“It’s been rough. I didn’t expect it to be this hard.”
G.B. walked right up, his eyes burning, his face as relaxed as ever. “Hi.”
Duke smiled with his teeth. “Hey.”
Cait frowned. “You two know each other?”
“Yes, we do.” G.B. put his hand out. “How are you?”
The only reason Duke shook the goddamn thing was that he didn’t want Cait involved any further in what was going on between them. She’d made her choice, and it was the right one—and that was the extent of her entanglement.
Also, as soon as he could, he was going to tell her everything—he’d already decided that over the course of the day. But not here, at the frickin’ cemetery, two minutes after she’d buried her student.
G.B. smiled like the motherfucker he was. “So, Cait, can you take me back to my car? I have to go to rehearsals.”
She stepped away. “Oh, yes, of course.” She glanced at G.B. “Will you give us a moment?”
Yeah, G.B., run along there, ass**le, would you.
Only Duke knew exactly how pissed off the guy had to be as he nodded like nothing was doing and sauntered away.
Cait turned to him and rubbed his arms. “I’m glad to see you.”
“Me, too. Lucky coincidence.”
“Listen, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to go home and finish my work tonight. With everything that’s been going on, I’m worried about getting behind, and the deadline is coming soon. If I press through, I can get it all wrapped up, and then…”
“Yeah. Absolutely. You just call me, okay? I’m around.”
“Perfect. Thank you.” She lifted up on her tiptoes and kissed him briefly. “See you very soon?”
“You got me, lady.” He tucked some of that hair behind her ear. “Anytime you want me.”
He watched her walk off toward her car, pausing to let a minivan by before crossing the lane.
When she left, G.B. was in her passenger seat.
Across the distance that separated him from his brother, Duke could feel the hatred like an ice pick going into the side of his head—and for a moment, he nearly shouted after her.
But his brother was a shit, not a killer.
And this was quite a moment, wasn’t it. Without meaning to, it looked as though Duke had won the game he’d taken himself out of.
As Cait drove them back to wherever they’d been, Duke couldn’t imagine the conversation. At least G.B. had nothing on him, though; he’d always kept his nose clean. What was the guy going to do? Tell her how Duke had been with a woman and G.B. had come along and knocked her up and left her and the kid high and dry?
Yeah, that would reflect well on the SOB.
So strange … G.B. had been full of hate since the day they’d been born, almost as if there had been a set amount of morality that had had to be split between the pair of them—and Duke had gotten the largest balance by far of however much there was.
And it wasn’t like he himself was a rabid Good Samaritan or some shit.
Look what he’d been willing to do to Cait.
Until he’d come to his senses, that is.
Jim strode across the lane toward the grave site. As he closed in, he was cursing himself. Of course Sissy would want to be at her own funeral—and he should have been the one to take her. He hadn’t known when it was though … and the criminal thing? He hadn’t thought to find out.
Most of the people who’d come were wandering off, but not Sissy or her family. The grave was a square hole cut in the earth, a yawning mouth set to claim the remains in the coffin. Sissy’s mom and dad and sister were on one side … Sissy on the other. And whereas her family were looking down; she was staring at them.