Текст книги "Inked Armour"

Автор книги: Helena Hunting

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31
TENLEY

We were just about to round up the boys for dinner when the doorbell rang.

“That’s odd. I’m not expecting anyone else,” Cassie said, frowning as she looked at the time. It was almost seven.

“I’ll see who it is.” I tossed the pot holders on the counter.

Sarah was standing on the front porch, dressed in leggings and a sweatshirt that was so big it had to belong to Chris.

“I thought you had to work!” I stepped aside to let her in out of the cold. That was when I noticed she was wearing stilettos and fake eyelashes. She didn’t have a coat, either.

“I did.”

“Who is it?” Cassie called from the kitchen.

“It’s me!” Sarah called back.

At the sound of her voice Chris came out of the game room. “I thought I heard your voice! Come ’ere and gimme some sugar, sweetlips.”

He almost knocked me over in his quest to get to Sarah. He wrapped her up in a beefy hug. With her in heels they were almost the same height, and Chris wasn’t short. I averted my eyes when they started kissing in earnest. Hayden and I were probably just as bad. I guess I understood the “sweetlips” nickname better, though.

“How’d you get out of your shift?” Chris asked when he finally came up for air.

Cassie and Lisa had come from the kitchen to greet her, and Jamie appeared from the game room, pool cue still in hand.

“Sorry I’m not dressed appropriately,” Sarah said, smoothing her hands over her sweatshirt.

“No one cares how you’re dressed. Did you get the night off?”

“Um. Not quite,” she said hesitantly. She used his shoulder as a brace so she could take her shoes off.

“Did you quit? Please tell me you quit.”

Chris took her hands in his and peppered them with kisses, pulling her in the direction of the living room. He moved the cushions around when she sat down, ensuring she was comfortable.

“Sort of.”

“You sort of quit?” Chris asked, brushing her hair back off her face.

“Not officially. I went in with the intention of quitting because you were right: Sienna started to offer opportunities for . . . better tips.”

“Are you fucking serious?” Chris’s face turned a disturbing shade of red.

“Don’t worry. I said no way, which is why they cut my shifts. Anyhow, you know that creepy guy, Damien? The one you used to work for?”

“Damen?” The red in his face became more of a puce.

“Yeah. All the girls call him the Vulture.” She shuddered.

“Did he give you samples?” Chris interrupted.

Sarah nodded. “He offered a bunch of times. I only took them once, and that was a long time ago. I figured out pretty fast how he and Sienna worked the other girls.”

Sarah looked around, as if unsure how much she should share. Hayden and Nate had come out of the office. Hayden was standing behind my chair, and I wondered how much he’d heard. He leaned over and kissed the top of my head. Sarah’s eyes stopped on Cassie and then me.

“No one here is judging you,” Chris said softly.

“Okay.” Sarah leaned in and kissed him quickly. “So, things got weird when I went into the club. Max wasn’t on the door, and Jay, who’s like Sienna’s personal bodyguard, wasn’t at his post, either. In fact, no one was even manning that door to her office, which never happens. God. I’m rambling like crazy, aren’t I?”

She paused to suck in a breath before she barreled on. “I went in, thinking I was going to tell Sienna I was done and get my stuff from my locker, except she and that Damen guy were having it out. He was all up in her face. At first I thought maybe they were . . . well, you know . . .”

There were some coughs, and a gagging sound came from over my shoulder. Sarah made a face and shook her head. I didn’t want to think about what she’d walked in on in the past.

“But they weren’t. I’ve never seen Sienna so freaked out. I mean, she’s always freaking out about something or other, but this was different. She was way worse than usual. I heard Damen say something about the police, and I figured maybe they were getting busted, and I didn’t want to get stuck there—so I came straight here instead. That’s why I’m dressed like this.”

“You could wear a burlap sack and you’d still be gorgeous.”

While they cooed at each other, I turned to Hayden. “Do you think Officer Miller might have questioned him?” I’d recognized the name immediately.

Hayden looked pensive. “She said she was following up on leads. It’s possible. Probable, even.” He sat on the arm of the chair. I moved over and he dropped down beside me.

That got Chris to stop manhandling Sarah. “You think Damen might have been involved in what happened to your parents?”

“I don’t know.” Hayden rubbed his forehead. “I was with him the night they were murdered. The police questioned him back then.”

“Maybe they wanted another statement, because of the leads,” I suggested.

“Yeah. That sounds logical,” Hayden agreed. “Maybe I should call . . .”

“I think you should. That way you’ll know if it’s related either way.” I didn’t want this to ruin his night, but if he didn’t call, he’d probably fixate on it.

Hayden pulled out his phone and dialed Miller. She didn’t answer, so he left a message.

“She’ll call if anything happens,” I assured him.

“I know.” He kissed my shoulder.

Cassie broke the tense silence when she announced dinner was ready. It was a welcome diversion from the questions Sarah’s arrival had brought up. Conversation turned to lighter subjects as we made our way through the meal. After the main course, we cleaned up and returned to the comfort of the living room. Dessert would wait until later.

Hayden stayed mostly quiet, one arm draped around my shoulder, sipping scotch as I listened to accounts of previous New Year’s celebrations. I could tell a lot was being censored, whether for my benefit or Cassie and Nate’s, I didn’t know.

“So, Tenley, I hear you went to the house Hayden and Nate are renovating. What did you think?” Cassie asked conversationally.

I nearly choked on my wine. “I, uh—the garage is very spacious.”

“Mm. It is nice, especially the heated floors. What about the master bedroom? Once it’s remodeled, it’s going to be amazing.”

“We didn’t get that far,” Hayden interjected.

I could see him giving her a look in my peripheral vision. Everyone else was watching the exchange with interest. Cassie might be Hayden’s aunt, but they acted more like siblings. She wasn’t above embarrassing him when she had the chance, and me by proxy.

“Oh? That’s too bad. Well, it’s lovely. Very roomy. Almost the same size as ours, isn’t it, Nate? Definitely big enough for a king bed. I think that was one of the reasons Hayden was so interested in the property—that and the backyard. There’s a pool and a hot tub! How much did you get to see?”

“Cassie.” Nate elbowed her in the side.

“Yes, dear?”

Hayden was staring into his glass, his cheeks were pink, and he was fighting a smile.

Nate whispered something I couldn’t hear, but Chris was beside him, so he caught whatever was said. “Oh, man! That’s when your car got damaged? Tee, you are awesome!”

I was so mortified, I tried to use my hair as a shield.

“What happened to your car, Hayden? Is that why you’re driving that hybrid thing?” Jamie asked.

“It’s not a big deal. Chris is being overdramatic. It’s a scratch.”

“A huge scratch, and a dent,” Chris corrected.

Hayden pointed a finger at him. “What happened to keeping your mouth shut?”

“What’s this about?” Lisa asked me.

Sarah leaned over and Chris whispered in her ear. Her eyes went wide. “No way!”

“What?” came in a chorus from around the room, everyone looking at Chris.

“Don’t even think about it,” Hayden warned.

“Oh, I was meaning to ask, did you get your shoes back?” Cassie asked, smiling innocently at me.

“What do shoes have to do with anything?” Jamie asked.

I curled into Hayden’s side and gulped my wine.

“Christ,” Hayden muttered. “You suck, Cassie. Seriously.”

“They’re nice shoes. I wouldn’t want Tenley to think they disappeared.”

“I’m getting you back for this,” Hayden said to Cassie.

“You just try, little man. Watch what happens,” she teased.

“You wait for it.”

“Who’s ready for dessert?” I asked, but everyone ignored me. I drained my glass.

“You know, there’s an extra spot in our garage. Since you’re planning to stay the night, you could always park your car in there, Tenley,” Cassie said, her mischievous smile still in place.

Chris snickered.

Hayden shook his head. “You asked for it.” He looked at Nate, who was wore a horrified expression. He shook his head minutely at Hayden, eyes darting to Cassie and then back. “Nate, do you still want help installing that swing in your bedroom? I think we’ve got the right bolts this time.” Hayden grinned with satisfaction as Cassie’s mouth dropped open.

“Why would Nate want a swing– Oh.” I watched the color rise in Cassie’s cheeks and drain from Nate’s face.

Cassie smacked Nate’s arm. “You had Hayden help you?”

“He was supposed to keep his trap shut. Besides, he’s the only person I know who’d have a clue how to install something like that.”

I gawked at Hayden.

“It’s the same principle as rock-climbing gear, kitten,” he explained.

I shot up out of the chair, empty glass in hand. I had no interest in hearing any more. “I need a refill.”

“Me, too!” Lisa was right on my heels.

Everyone slept in the following day. Even then, we were slow to get moving. Hayden would have kept me in bed all day, testing how quietly I could come, if Chris hadn’t banged on the door around noon.

“Brunch’ll be ready in ten,” he shouted.

“Shit.” Hayden had been in the middle of persuading me I needed another round. “We’ll be down in five,” he called back.

The knob rattled. “Why’s the door locked?” Chris yelled, as if we couldn’t hear him through a wooden panel.

“I said we’d be down in five,” Hayden growled.

Laughter filtered through the door, growing fainter as Chris moved down the hall and did the same thing to Lisa and Jamie.

“I guess we’ll have to pick up where we left off when we get home,” Hayden said irritably, rolling off me.

A year ago, I would never have imagined my life being so completely altered again. Nor would I have entertained the possibility of finding someone like Hayden. We spent the afternoon watching mindless TV in Cassie’s living room, nursing mild hangovers. Only after dusk fell did we head for home.

We were about two blocks away when I saw the flash of blue and red lights in the distance. It looked like several sets; must have been an accident. Hayden went down the next side street, to my relief. I had no desire to put a damper on what had been a good day for both of us.

“I don’t know what’s going on up there,” Hayden said, “so I’m going to hit the rear entrance of the parking garage.”

He made a right, but then slowed down and came to a stop. The street ahead was barricaded by a police car, the lights flashing their silent warning.

“What the hell is going on?” he grumbled, and backed up.

He circled the block; every road leading to his condo was blocked off. When he tried to go to the back of Serendipity, it was the same thing.

We were two blocks away from Inked Armor when Hayden pulled over, about fifty feet back from the wall of police cars. He palmed his phone.

“Shit. I missed a bunch of calls.”

To avoid distraction he’d put his phone away last night not long after he’d called Officer Miller. He hadn’t looked at it since. Putting it on speakerphone, he listened to the messages.

The voice mails were from Officer Miller, except for the last one. Her first message was a calm reassurance that they were checking into leads and she would call with any news. The second requested Hayden’s location. The third was much less composed, asking for a return call ASAP. That was several hours ago. The last message was from Sienna. Hayden’s finger hovered over the delete button until her frantic, high-pitched voice came through.

“Hayden? Goddamnit. Fucking voice mail. Listen, honey, I didn’t know. Whatever Damen tells you, whatever he says, I didn’t know. This is so fucked up. I’m sorry and I never meant to screw with you. That cocksucker is going to take me down with him. I know I’ve been a real bitch to you over the years, but I promise if I’d known, I would have done . . . shit . . . I don’t know. Something. I’m sorry.” By the end of the message, Sienna was crying.

Hayden played the message again. “Does that sound like I think it does?” He was frighteningly quiet.

“You need to call Miller back.”

“Does it?”

“I don’t know—”

“Because if I’m hearing this right, Damen has something to do with my parents being dead.” Hayden looked at me with such betrayal in his eyes.

“This isn’t your fault.”

“I know. I was seventeen. I was just a kid.” The words came out, but with no inflection or feeling behind them.

He turned off the car and unbuckled his seat belt. The cold air rushed in when he opened the door and stepped out in the dark winter night.

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said.

He ignored me and strode down the street toward the barricade, his phone to his ear. I had to run to keep up with him.

“I’m down the street from my condo. Everything’s blocked off by police.” After a short pause he continued, “I can almost see it from here.”

Police lined the sidewalk, keeping the crowd that had gathered at bay. I looked beyond them, in the direction Hayden’s gaze had gone. Squinting past the flash of lights, I saw that something sparkled on the sidewalk.

Where the windows in Inked Armor used to be were black, gaping holes. A figure was hoisted up off the asphalt by a uniformed officer. The light from the streetlamp above illuminated his features as he was hauled off to an unmarked police car.

“Motherfucker,” Hayden breathed. “I know that guy.”

32
HAYDEN

For the fourth time in less than two weeks, I found myself back at the police station. Miller had taken us there in her cruiser because I wasn’t in any state to drive. This night was turning out to be the mindfuck of a lifetime.

Tenley was with me when I identified Damen and Brett in two separate lineups. Brett was just as I remembered him, only older and haggard. He was short and already on the road to balding. His face was pockmarked. His teeth were fucked. But that’s what happened with an unchecked meth habit. It also made a person psychotic enough to rob a house with a stolen loaded weapon without checking to make sure the inhabitants weren’t home.

Damen didn’t look much better and it was impossible to feel bad for him. Though Brett had pulled the trigger, Damen had been the spoke in the wheel. He’d provided the drugs, he’d planted the idea, and he’d unwittingly supplied the weapon. But the part that was messing with me most was that I’d worked for him for years and never known. It was the ultimate duplicity.

As I sat in Miller’s office, I briefly wondered what had happened to Sienna. It would be karmic if Damen ratted her out. All her years of pushing drugs on her dancers until they were forced to solicit was criminal. What made it unconscionable was that she’d been through it. She knew what it was like to have no choices, yet still she screwed over the people who trusted her.

Miller’s partner, Duggan, was perched on the edge of her desk. He was calm and collected, but Miller looked just as antsy as I felt.

“Can I get you some coffee?” Duggan took a sip from his grungy mug.

“Water would be good, please.”

My throat was so dry, I was having a hard time swallowing. I was on the verge of panic; Tenley was the only thing keeping me together. She wanted to call Cassie and Nate on the way to the station, but I’d asked her to wait. It would have been too much like the first time I was here. I kept looking over my shoulder, waiting for Cross to show up and interrogate me again. It turned out I didn’t have anything to worry about.

“Cross has been taken into custody,” Miller said, rearranging the pens on her desk until they formed a straight line.

I stared at her.

“I wanted to tell you earlier. I know how hard this has been on you—”

“Why?” I finally asked when the short between my brain and my mouth fixed itself. “Brett Wilson is Cross’s half brother. The abridged version is that he covered up the murder to protect him.”

“Sonofabitch.”

“That about sums up my reaction,” said Duggan.

Miller gave him a look.

I rubbed my temples, where the dull throb had instantly become a pounding roar. The revelation explained a lot and nothing at the same time.

“What’s the unabridged version?” I asked, uncertain if I could handle any more. I’d expected to feel relief in finding out the truth, but all it did was raise more questions.

“Brett was a troubled kid. He had some problems when he was younger, but because Cross was on the force, it afforded him some leeway. Brett turned eighteen two weeks before the homicide.”

“You mean before he murdered my parents?”

Tenley slipped her hand under mine. I squeezed.

“Are you sure you want me to go on?” At my nod, Miller continued, “Brett alleged he made two calls that night. The first was to Damen, the second to his brother. Around the same time, a call came through dispatch. Cross was the first to arrive on the scene. From what we understand, he either misfiled or tampered with the evidence, making most of it inadmissible. Some of the reports didn’t match up. At the time it looked like Cross’s partner had been the problem, but we know now that Cross had orchestrated it to look that way. The painting was the one thing he wasn’t able to dispose of. It was reported stolen. We believe he hid it with the intention of going back to dispose of it later. That didn’t happen, though. Lab reports confirm both his fingerprints and Brett’s were on it.”

It took me a minute to process it all as the pieces fell into place. “Cross couldn’t go after Damen, though, could he?”

“Not unless he wanted to implicate himself,” Duggan said.

“Are they going to jail?” I asked.

“There will be a trial,” Miller said.

“Will I have to testify?”

“Your testimony will be helpful to the case.”

Reliving it all over again would suck—but I didn’t want any of them to get less time than they deserved.

* * *

In late February the case went to trial. Things moved a lot faster than I expected them to, which was both a relief and a challenge.

Tenley adjusted my tie and smoothed the lapels of my suit jacket. “I think we’re ready.”

I hugged her hard. “Whatever you hear today, please remember all of this happened a long time ago.”

“And I want you to remember that whatever comes out during the trial isn’t going to change anything. I’m still going to be here, trying to remember not to leave my panties on the closet floor.”

I smiled into her shoulder. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. Never doubt that.” She took my hand and opened the door to the courtroom.

I could have sat through the whole trial and listened to Brett and Damen and Cross give their versions of events, but it wouldn’t change the outcome. The only thing I wanted at this point was justice, in the form of incarceration. It was the reason I was taking the stand.

My anxiety ratcheted up as we were escorted to the front of the room. I recognized a lot of faces: girls who worked at The Dollhouse and managed to move on, others who hadn’t. Some of Damen’s employees were among them, as well. They all sat together, united in their stand against the people who had wronged them.

Sienna sat in the second row on the opposite side of the courtroom. She was hard to miss in the orange jumpsuit. She looked pitifully fragile and small. The scar on her face was more noticeable without makeup. It was likely orchestrated to make people feel sorry for her. She looked at me when I passed, her regret obvious. Damen had knocked her off her pedestal and then some. Beyond being subpoenaed to testify for this case, she was also up on myriad other charges. No matter how much she plea-bargained, she would do time for her offenses. I almost felt sorry for her. In her own fucked-up way, she’d cared about me once, but she’d never been what I needed.

I was the only person to take the stand. Even though I’d been given an idea as to what I might be asked, the questions were still painful to answer. I kept my focus on the front row, where my family was. Cassie, Nate, Chris, Lisa, Jamie, and Sarah were all there, a wall of solidarity and support. In the middle was Tenley. She was the reason I got through it—because once it was over, I had someone worth moving on for.

I didn’t go back to the courtroom after that. There was no need. While the trial lasted weeks, the jury was quick to reach a verdict. All three of them got time behind bars.