Golden Trail

by Ashley, Kristen

  “No.” She shook her head and did it hard. “She’ll have a front, a guy, probably not too smart, definitely hot. He lines ‘em up, pulls ‘em in. You take him down, she’ll move on.”

  “Not too far considerin’ you know her,” Layne noted. “Means she’s worked Indy at least, what? Ten years?”

  “You want your reunion with your sweetheart to last more than a coupla weeks, you steer clear and let the next place she hits deal with her.”

  “What do you know about her?” Layne pressed.

  “She’s a nasty piece of work,” Marissa repeated.

  “What do you know?” Layne pushed it.

  “I know you do not want to go there.” She wasn’t giving him anything.

  “God damn it, Marissa, what do you know?” Layne bit out.

  “I know she’s got two markets but only one she takes real good care of. That one, the girls are fresh and young. Fresh and young. She didn’t want me for that, she wanted me for somethin’ else. I did not like it but I did not do shit about it because I learned early how to stay in one piece. Another girl with me who was in her stable, she wasn’t so smart. This bitch cut that girl up, Tanner, cut her up on the inside. Cut her up so bad, nothin’ll feel good down there. Ever. Not in her life. She did it herself. She didn’t get one of her boys to do it. She did it herself. The girl was thirteen and even after she sliced her, she pimped her.”

  “Jesus,” Layne whispered.

  “You do not want to go there,” Marissa reiterated.

  “How’d you get out?” Layne asked.

  “She worked the foster home angle then, got me through that then I hit sixteen, too old for her clientele,” Marissa answered. “I made no trouble, I did my job, I didn’t complain, I gave good head, I did as I was told and she let me loose when she couldn’t use me anymore. Let me loose as in sold me, Tanner. She sold me to the producers who’d work me until I was eighteen. And I got outta that because I give great head, I’ve had enough practice and a lotta men get stupid when they get great head. I wanted a boob job, I asked right before I made him come, I got a boob job. When I wanted to move on, I asked right before I made him come, I got to move on. Then I took off some weight, changed my hair, gave more head to get a new identity… exit Anita Dewmeyer, enter Marissa Gibbons.”

  Layne looked over her head and he did this in an effort not to touch her. It wasn’t his place. He didn’t know her. That was not where their relationship could ever go. But he reckoned she’d never been held in an act of kindness, not in her life. And knowing a lot more about her life than he ever wanted to know, none of it good, all of it the worst it could be, he felt compelled to kindness.

  He beat back the urge and looked at her.

  “I’m sorry, honey,” he whispered, he meant his words and her torso lurched like he’d punched her, sock to the gut.

  Nope, Marissa Gibbons hadn’t experienced much kindness.

  Layne ignored the look in her eyes that seeped into her face and went on. “If you gave me names, would your ass be out there?”

  She sucked in breath and answered quietly, “They found out it was me, my ass would be in the White River.”

  “Then get the fuck out of here, now,” Layne returned just as quietly and her look intensified.

  “What?” she whispered.

  “Go, now. And you let it be known to someone who talks that all you got from me is coachin’ to fuck over Astley. What you do not know is dick about what’s goin’ on in the ‘burg.”

  “You…” she paused, took in another breath then asked, “you’re gonna leave it at that?”

  “Right now, I’m spread thin. I don’t have the resources to watch your back, not in the short term and not in the long term should something blow back on you and anyone else in that business thinks to fuck with you. So, yeah, I’m gonna leave it at that.”

  She held his gaze and she did it too long.

  “Go,” he ordered then turned toward his truck.

  “Nicolette Towers,” she called and Layne’s head turned to her.

  Fuck.

  “No more, Marissa,” he warned.

  “She’ll be usin’ another name. Her rap sheet, though, will be under Nicolette Towers.”

  “Go,” he ordered.

  “She likes to play,” Marissa went on and Layne turned to her as his stomach churned.

  “Go,” he repeated.

  “That’s how you’ll get her. She lets her boy enlist but she’s hands on, Tanner. As hands on as she can get.”

  “Honey,” Layne whispered, “go.”

  “She buys immunity from local cops. Keeps ‘em happy with money but gets them under her thumb because they like to watch her play. She gets that shit on them, they’ll do anything but she keeps them fat and sassy by puttin’ them on payroll and givin’ them as much of their kink as they can stand. Just for that, they’d do anything for her.”

  Layne swallowed the saliva that filled his mouth and growled, “No more, woman, go.”

  “She’s got muscle and she’s got firepower. She even thinks you’re gettin’ close, she does damage but she likes a first warning. It’s about power, control. Someone thinks to fuck with her, she likes knowin’ they’re livin’ and knowin’ she got the best of ‘em. They come back after her, they’ll go down.”

  Jesus fucking Christ.

  “How do you know this shit?” Layne asked.

  “I did my job, I didn’t complain, I wasn’t fresh but I was a favorite. She knew I was a survivalist. She knew I would never do what I’m doin’ right now. So she didn’t hide her business from me when she was of a mind to keep me close. And, bein’ a survivalist, I learned to keep quiet and listen. So I did.”

  Layne stared at her.

  Then he made a decision.

  “How tied to Indianapolis are you?” he asked.

  “What?” she asked back.

  “How do you feel about LA?”

  Her lips parted and she stared back.

  “Dev’s got a job today,” Layne said. “Tonight, he’s got another one. You make contact, you make a meet, you pick up your new identity tomorrow from Dev. You sell that fuckin’ car and you get your ass to LA. I got a friend out there, he’ll help you get set up and he’ll watch your back until he knows no shit is gonna blow west. You do not check in direct, you check in with him, he’ll get word to me.”

  “I got school here,” she stated.

  “They got universities in LA,” he returned.

  “The Pacemates –”

  “Are a memory. You are no longer visible. You do not veer from your path. This shit gets done, you find a decent guy, you give him great head, you get him hooked, you settle and you keep that shit from him. You put your ass on the line for me just now so in return, I’ll give it to you straight. Do not share with him, no matter how decent he is, about Anita Dewmeyer or Marissa Gibbons. You were in the system. You lived a shit life. You had a social worker who showed you the way but other than that, you don’t wanna talk about it. Ever. You wanna look ahead, never behind. You keep him facin’ forward, Marissa, don’t you, and don’t let him, ever look back. But you find you need to talk about that, work things out after this is over, you contact me or Dev. You do not lay that shit on your man. Yeah?”

  “If I disappear, especially from the Pacemates, they’ll know –”

  Layne cut her off. “I told you, I got a guy who’ll watch your back.”

  “He got twelve eyes? Because they can come from all directions,” she returned.

  He knew that even better than she did. He got hit with three bullets and each of those bullets came from different guns. Ambush. The only things Marissa had given him were who was behind it and why they didn’t drill a round in his head after he went down.

  “You trusted me to do the right thing with that shit you just shared, now trust me to do the right thing by you,” Layne told her.

  “I’ve been takin’ care of my –”

  He stepped back into her space and she clam
ped her mouth shut. “I know you have, Marissa, so I know this won’t be easy, since no one has ever looked out for you but I’m not like the trash that’s been twistin’ around you your whole life. You know it. This guy knows what he’s doin’ and if I didn’t think he did then I wouldn’t send you out there.” She’d closed down, he could see it, she was giving him nothing and she wasn’t buying one word he said. That was how terrified she was of what she’d just done. And fear could make you do some seriously stupid shit. So Layne pushed, “Your life just changed. You had an opportunity to turn your back on a bunch of girls you don’t know who’re either livin’ nightmares or goin’ to. You didn’t do that. You did the right thing. Now you leave the wrong life behind and look, the fuck, forward to an entirely new experience.”

  She gazed up at him and he knew she was undecided.

  So he decided for her.

  “Dev doesn’t get a call, you make me hunt you down, which I’ll do, Marissa, no fuckin’ joke, that’ll piss me off. But I got too much to worry about to worry about you and if something happens to you, I’m not livin’ with that on my conscience. So you make me take time out to take you to LA and make you safe, like I said, that’ll piss me off. You don’t wanna piss me off. So, tonight, pick up the phone and call Dev.”

  He didn’t know how he got to her but he got to her and he knew that when she whispered, “I’ll call Dev.”

  “Eyes and ears open until you reach LA. You don’t turn that ‘vette, just leave it,” Layne pressed.

  She nodded.

  “Until you’re with my man, you get a bad feeling, you call Dev.”

  She nodded again.

  “You got friends; they’re not your friends anymore. You’ll make new friends in LA.”

  She swallowed then she nodded again.

  Layne examined her face then he toned it down. “You did the right thing.”

  “Right,” she whispered and Layne knew she didn’t believe him but instead wished she could turn back time and keep her mouth shut.

  “Before it turned shit for you, how would you feel if some woman saved you from that life?”

  “They’ll never know it was me,” she returned.

  “You wouldn’t have either but you also wouldn’t have had that life. Isn’t knowin’ that enough?”

  She pulled her lips between her teeth and pressed her teeth together. Then she nodded again.

  “You did the right thing,” he repeated.

  She nodded yet again then her teeth released her lips so she could say, “Do me a favor?”

  “What?” Layne asked.

  Her face changed, she gave him that look with her mouth going soft and Layne hoped for her that she’d direct that look to the right guy, a guy who would show her the life she should have had.

  “Don’t get dead,” she replied on a whisper, bent and gave Blondie a quick rub and then without looking at him again, she turned and jogged away.

  Blondie woofed her excited good-bye.

  In case they had an audience, Layne didn’t watch her go. He immediately opened the door to his truck, Blondie jumped in, he slammed it, rounded the hood, folded into the driver’s side and pulled out of his spot. He scanned the area as he did so and he drove home with his eyes on his mirrors just as much as they were on the road.

  He’d wait until the planned meet later with Devin and Ryker to give Devin his next assignment.

  * * * * *

  Layne was sitting in Merry’s armchair in his living room, facing his front door as Merry walked in.

  “You’re a hard man to get hold of,” Layne remarked, Merry turned quickly, his hand going into his jacket toward his gun before he saw Layne and stopped.

  “Jesus, fuck, shit, Tanner, what the fuck?” Merry clipped.

  “Been callin’ you, brother,” Layne reminded him.

  “Yeah, so, I’m busy and you break into my goddamned house?” Merry asked, coming into the room shrugging off his leather jacket and throwing it on the back of the couch.

  “You’re busy?” Layne asked, not making the slightest move in his chair except to raise his eyebrows.

  “Yeah, brother, busy,” Merry bit off then asked, “How’d you get in here?”

  “Picked the lock,” Layne answered.

  “You’re tellin’ me you picked the lock of a cop’s apartment?”

  “Nope, I’m tellin’ you I picked the lock of the apartment of the man who’s supposed to be my partner in an operation, one that got my ass shot. He’s also the man who’s supposed to be my goddamned friend and he knows I got all sorts of shit goin’ down, some of it with my boys on the line. He’s also the man who’s brother to my woman who –”

  Merry lifted a hand and interrupted. “I get it.”

  “You do? I don’t think so. See, if you did, you’d return my goddamned phone calls.”

  “I’ve been busy, all right?” Merry lied.

  “That’s fuckin’ lame and you fuckin’ know it,” Layne growled, having trouble keeping his seat.

  Merry moved straight off the defensive to take the offensive. “You been busy too, brother.”

  “Yeah, I have,” Layne agreed.

  “So, let me help you with that. Lay off Dad,” Merry returned.

  Layne stood and Merry tensed.

  Then Layne spoke. “Rutledge is providing safe haven to a Caucasian female in her mid-forties named Nicolette Towers. The shit goin’ down at Youth Group is her game. She likes girls, she likes pimpin’ ‘em any way she can and she just plain likes ‘em.” Layne ignored Merry’s face twisting with disgust and continued. “Colt’s in on this as is a guy named Ryker who I ‘spect you know. Ryker and me, we’ve partnered up and my man Devin is workin’ this too. We’re goin’ in hard, her boy is goin’ down, Rutledge is goin’ down and Towers is goin’ down. Of that cast of characters, the one with the most to lose is Rutledge. She’s got dirt on him and it’s not just dirt. It’s filth. Only thing the boys in the hole hate worse than a cop is a pedophile. He’s both and he’s fucked.” Layne crossed his arms on his chest and kept his eyes locked on Merry. “I got intel that says what we suspected, that ambush was a warning. If they meant to kill me, they’d have done it. They won’t give me a second warning. That said, I’m not pussyfooting around with this shit. I want Rutledge scared, I want Gaines freaked and I want Towers on alert. And all that shit is gonna come from me, not you, not Colt. Me. Colt’s workin’ it but he’s not swingin’ his ass out there. I am. What I don’t want is any of them to run. They run, we’re fucked, they’ll go out of your jurisdiction and they’ll do it after they drill a round in my skull. This operation is gonna require skill and it’s gonna require teamwork and I gotta know, right now, if you’re out because you disappear off radar like you did this week, I’m dead.”

  “I’m not out,” Merry clipped.

  “Good, welcome back to the team,” Layne returned.

  Merry scowled at him then asked, “You done?”

  “Nope,” Layne answered. “I’m guessin’ you know Roc and I are back together.”

  “Yeah, forgot to send my congratulations bouquet,” Merry retorted sarcastically and Layne pulled in breath.

  They watched each other and Layne waited. Merry couldn’t take a stare down, didn’t have enough control, therefore he broke the silence first.

  “I figure, since you aren’t movin’ toward the door, you got more to say,” he prompted.

  “No, I’m not movin’ to the door because I’m waitin’ to hear what you have to say,” Layne replied.

  “Think we had this conversation before, brother,” Merry reminded him.

  “And I think I made it pretty clear I didn’t like the way that one went,” Layne shot back.

  “Seems you liked it enough, since my sister’s keepin’ you warm at night again.”

  “Don’t piss me off,” Layne whispered his warning.

  “You aren’t already pissed?” Merry returned.

  “Good you could read that, Garrett.”

 
; “Not hard, Tanner.”

  “Okay, then I’ll keep makin’ it easy for you. You and your Dad, you’re scared shitless of whatever the hell it is your scared shitless of that would make Rocky cut you out if one or the other of you grows a pair and pulls your head outta your ass –”

  “Okay, now you’re pissin’ me off,” Merry growled.

  “I’m not done,” Layne told him. “To finish, I find out you sat on somethin’, somethin’ that kept her from me when I wanted her and she wanted me, somethin’ that meant we lost eighteen years, somethin’ that kept her livin’ in fear, led her to a dickhead who treated her like shit, then you better stop worryin’ about her cuttin’ you out and start worryin’ about me. Because, brother, there is nothin’ that is gonna tear us apart, not again, she’s mine until she dies. And I find that shit out, I hold a mean grudge and, God’s honest truth, Garrett, you’ll lose us all and not one of us is ever comin’ back. Do you get me?”

  Merry smiled and it was nasty. “Don’t play that game, Tanner. You pit yourself against me and Dad, when it comes to Rocky, I promise you, you’ll lose.”

  “You seem sure.”

  “That’s because I am.”

  “She’s thirty-eight and still embarrassed about her periods and scared shitless of the dark. Tell me, Garrett, you two handled her with care, how can that be?”

  Merry’s face changed and Layne couldn’t read it before he hid it.

  So Layne bluffed, “That’s what I thought, you’re not so fuckin’ sure, are you?”

  Layne won his bluff, he knew it when Merry whispered, “Fuck you.”

  He looked at his watch and back to Merry. “You got fifteen minutes before I gotta go pick her up for the game. You got anything for me?”

  Merry was silent and Layne waited.

  Then Layne warned quietly, “This is the last time I’ll ask you, brother, you got anything for me?”

  Merry kept his silence.

  Layne nodded and whispered, “Right.”

  Then without looking at his friend and without another word, Layne walked right passed him and out the door.

  * * * * *

  “Oh my God,” Rocky whispered, her face white, she was staring at him.

  Layne was at one end of her couch, his feet on her coffee table, the mostly empty pizza box and several bottles of beer scattered on it. Rocky was at the opposite end of the couch, her feet were in his lap and he’d just told her Marissa Gibbon’s entire story.