“Well, Miss Maisy, if you’d like to go out to the back cellar and grab some decorations, that’s where I keep them,” Angel politely returned.
“I can’t go down there! My knees are bad, you know. You there,” she pointed to Georgia. “You’re a strong girl. You go on down and grab me some props.” She patted Angel’s arm. “Now don’t you worry. We’ll have this place looking Halloween festive in no time.” She herded Georgia down the hall to the back door, mumbling about lace looking like cobwebs. Georgia looked over her shoulder and mouthed, “Help me!”
Before she was out the back door, Georgia heard Angel talking to Adam, the security guard she had hired. “If you need a break, I don’t think anyone is going to mess with me while Miss Maisy’s here. There’s sandwiches in the kitchen and Frankie left some banana bread, if you’d like.”
“You know I’m going to miss the good food when I leave.” Georgia heard Adam comment as she headed outside to the cellar.
Georgia thought he’d miss Frankie, too. She hadn’t missed Frankie and Adam’s whispered conversations, or the way Frankie was spruced up when she came into work. Georgia rather thought Adam’s dark good looks were a perfect complement to Frankie’s pale complexion and bright red hair. Not to mention her effervescent personality and his quiet charm. Adam better watch out if Frankie set her sights on him. He’d be a goner for sure.
She laughed as she heard Miss Maisy giving Adam instructions on how to make his sandwich as she came back in.
Georgia passed down the hall and stopped as she reached Angel’s office. “I need a key.”
“What key?”
“The key to the lock on the cellar.”
“Oh! It’s sitting under the gnome next to it,” Angel replied.
“No, it isn’t and didn’t you know that’s the first place burglars look. It’s like putting up a big arrow saying, ‘Look here! I placed the ornament close so you wouldn’t have any trouble finding the key under it’.”
Angel huffed. “Well, I never go down there except to bring up decorations. I started storing them in one of the spare rooms this year so the only stuff left down there is for Halloween thru Christmas.” She looked around her office. “Where did I put that key?”
“Problem?” Adam walked into the room.
“I can’t find the key to the cellar,” Angel mumbled.
“Well, I’ve got bolt cutters in my trunk. You can send Miss Maisy to get you a new lock and key,” he replied.
Angel leaned over as Adam and Georgia did the same. She whispered, “Perfect! By the time she gets back, it will be too late to decorate and I can do it tonight.”
Georgia grinned. “Good plan. She mentioned something about filling out the bra cups with little pumpkins.”
After a few minutes, the back door opened and Georgia came down the hall. She walked over to the desk.
“Angel, I know you have this lingerie boutique, and the other thing online…” Georgia blushed. “But, honey, is there something else you’re selling?”
Angel was nonplussed. “What are you talking about?”
Georgia motioned for Angel to follow her outside. Adam stood next to the cellar door with a fierce frown. “Want to explain this?”
Angel was completely confused now. “What?”
Georgia took her hand. “Go on down, Angel.”
With trepidation, Georgia watched Angel as she took the steep steps into the cellar. Made out of rough rock and cement, it was little more than a small cave. A lone light bulb hung from the ceiling, barely illuminating the room. The decorations were clearly marked for Halloween and Christmas, but it was what was on the other side of the room that made Georgia seek Angel out immediately. Packages were shoved against the wall from floor to ceiling. On the floor, a package had been torn open and its contents spilled.
Georgia glanced at Adam as he headed down behind Angel. She heard her cry out.
“It’s heroin,”
“Angel! Look at me! I know this isn’t yours.” Georgia saw Adam give her a little shake. “We need to find out who did this, though.”
Georgia stepped aside to let Angel through. She grabbed Georgia’s hand. “I need Sam.”
“I’ll call him.” Adam reached for his phone.
Georgia led Angel out and into the brisk autumn air. She was terrified for her friend. “It’s like last time, Angel. Only someone is setting you up.” She gathered her in for a hug. “I know you don’t want to hear this, but honey, could it be Sam?”
Georgia remembered all too well the anguish Angel suffered when her horrible father had planted drugs on Sam. In order for Angel to save him, she had made a deal with her father to never see Sam again. Up until a few weeks ago, Sam had refused to even talk to Angel.
Angel pulled back in horror. “No! No, Sam would never do this to me. He loves me, Georgia.”
“He’s a stubborn man, Angel. Are you sure he forgives you? I hate to say it, but you have to at least consider it. Maybe he set this up, and then had a change of heart. We discovered it before he could remove it.”
Angel pulled out of Georgia’s arms and faced her. “Stop! You do not know Sam! He would never hurt me like this.” Angel ran an agitated hand through her hair.
“Angel, honey, men don’t always think straight. He has hated you for ruining his life and sending him running. He’s liable to do anything to hurt you,” Georgia pleaded softly.
“He’s not like your father, Georgia. Sam is an honorable man. And so is Chance.”
Georgia blanched and turned away, but not before Angel saw her tears. “Think what you want then. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Georgia said over her shoulder as she absorbed the pain of Angel’s words.
“Georgia, stop. I’m sorry. I, I just know it’s not Sam.” Angel reached for her friend. “Please, honey. Help us figure this out.”
Georgia nodded. Wiping her tears, she said, “You mentioned something about a job when the guy attacked you. Maybe this is the job he referred to.”
“It’s possible, but only a small portion of the problem.” Adam walked back over to them. He glanced at the girls. “No way he hauled all this in at one time. This,” he waved to the cellar, “has been going on awhile. So who’s been here on a regular basis?”
“Aren’t you going to call Ben?” Angel whispered.
“Nope. Orders are to stay with you until Sam gets here,” Adam replied.
Angel ignored the fact that he saw Sam as the boss in lieu of the issue at hand. “Isn’t that illegal, Adam?”
Adam grinned. “Let’s just say it’s on a need to know basis. Sam will tell me when Ben needs to know. After all, my job is to protect you. Getting you arrested might hinder that.”
Georgia heard the roar of the motorcycle flying down the main street of town. “If he’s not careful, he’s going to be the one in jail.”
Sam pulled into the parking lot. He was off the bike and grabbing Angel before she had time to say anything. “Are you okay?” He hugged her.
He squeezed her tighter then slowly let her go. “It’s going to be all right. Show me.”
Georgia stood aside as they went down the steps. Minutes later, Sam rushed past her and lunged at Adam. Georgia and Angel tried to intervene.” What’s going on?” Georgia shouted.
“Stop!” Angel tried to grab Sam’s arm as Georgia reached for Adam. “He thinks it was Adam.” Angel shouted.
Both women were yanked off their feet and away as a spray of cold water hit the men. While Chance held Georgia, and Nick had Angel, Brandon wet down the two combatants.
“Keep it up, gentlemen, and I’ll charge admission to the mud fight,” Brandon stated.
Adam reluctantly moved off Sam. With his right arm, Sam took another swing at Adam. “Dammit, Sam! I didn’t do put the drugs there. Now calm the fuck down and let’s figure this out.” Adam touched his ribs and winced.
“What the hell’s going on? You’re lucky we saw you roaring down here when we were heading to my bar for a beer,
” Nick stated as Brandon went to wind the hose back and put it away.
“Heroin in the cellar. A lot of it. Someone’s setting Angel up,” Sam mumbled as he spit blood. Angel fished a tissue from her pocket and began dabbing at his cut lip.
Georgia went to check on Adam’s injuries. Being so near Chance was making her heart hurt. “Let’s take it inside. Miss Maisy’s going to be back anytime now, and we need those decorations in the house so she has no reason to question what we’ve been doing here. Then we can figure out what’s going on.”
***
Concluding that the less people involved, the better, Chance took Georgia home. As he headed down the driveway, he became colder, more remote. He turned to look at her in recrimination as the For Sale sign became visible in the fading sun.
“Were you even going to say goodbye? Or were you just going to run?” he growled. Opening the driver’s side door, he glanced back at her. “Don’t even move a hair.”
Georgia watched him come around to the passenger side with a wary eye. “Chance, it’s not…”
“Shut up, Georgia! I don’t want to hear your excuses.”
He grabbed her by the elbow and led her up the porch steps. “Stay here. Given that this town seems to be going to hell in a handbasket, I’m going to make sure you’re safe.” He marched into the house. Georgia could hear him slamming doors open. In a few minutes, he was back.
“I know you won’t let me stay in the house with you, but I’m staying in my truck. I’m watching over you whether you want it or not. I love you.” Chance pierced her with an angry gaze.
“Chance, you don’t have to stay in the truck,” Georgia said softly. If he stayed, she could explain about everything. With a deep breath, Georgia prepared to tell him all.
“Oh no, Georgia. I’m not going to let you use me again,” he spat out. “I showed you how much you mean to me and you just took it. I told you I loved you and you didn’t say a word. I thought you were scared, but now I know. You just don’t care.” He swept an angry arm at the realtor’s sign. “This tells me just how much you love me. The decisions are all yours. The choices are all yours. Well, not this time, baby.”
He marched her into the house and tossed her on the sofa. “You do what you have to, Georgia. I’ll keep you safe until you leave. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to be a handy fuck, sweetheart. I’ve got more pride than that.”
Georgia cringed at his words. He was so wrong, on so many counts, but she knew he wouldn’t listen. He was too hurt, the pain too raw. She gave up trying to reason with him. She simply nodded.
She didn’t know how long they sat there in silence. At one point, she must have nodded off. She awoke to find her head in Chance’s lap. He wasn’t stroking her hair, or touching her. He simply stared the other way as she sat up. I’m so sorry. Please, look at me. Call me Peaches. I’m screwing this all up but I don’t know how to fix it.
The crackling of her police scanner reverberated throughout the room. Shots fired. Possible victims. 1801 Main. Need ambulance.
Chance and Georgia exchanged glances as the address registered. “Oh, God, it’s Angel’s.”
Georgia jumped off the sofa, Chance hot on her heels.
***
The scene was chaotic when Chance and Georgia arrived. Firetrucks, ambulances, police cars, crowded the small main street. Folks were milling around, trying to catch a glimpse of whatever was going on at Merrywidow’s Boutique. Chance elbowed his way through the curious spectators until he spotted Sam holding a bloodied Angel in his arms. Georgia swayed next to him.
“Don’t you dare faint on me! She needs you.”
Georgia nodded. He was right. Angel needed her. But what about him? Could he ever see his way past all the misunderstandings and fears?
Georgia walked over to Angel and the paramedics, Chance only a step behind. Angel’s shirt and hands were a bloodied mess, too much blood for Angel to be sitting up and crying. She noticed the medic cutting away Angel’s blouse at the arm, revealing the swiped burn of a bullet that grazed her. Okay, the blood wasn’t Angel’s.
Next, she looked Sam over. He appeared disheveled but none the worse for wear. That left only….as his name sprang to mind, the coroner and his assistants wheeled out a gurney. The body was covered head to toe. Adam.
Georgia listened to Sam as he recalled the events of the evening. “We found the heroin supplier. It was Angel’s salesman, Bob.” He went on to tell how Bob had tried to kill Angel, about Adam coming through the glass door, and taking the hit meant for her. “We need to get to the police station.”
Chance looked at Georgia, who nodded. “Okay, I’ll grab the boys and start dispersing the crowd. You get Angel, and Georgia, to the police station.”
The Coalsons met Sam and Angel at the police station. Georgia sat quietly in a corner, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. She didn’t know how much more of the night was left, but she was pretty darn sure Chance would drag her back if she made so much as a move to leave.
After explaining the circumstances of Bob’s death and his part in the heroin delivery, Sam was more than ready to take Angel home. He looked over at his father. “Going to need a place to stay for a few days.”
His father nodded and stood up. “Your mom and I will get everything ready. You take care of your wife.”
Ginny hugged both of them. “We’ll see you at home.” With a small wave, they were gone.
“So he said ‘they would kill her’ if he didn’t kill Angel?” Ben asked Sam.
“I don’t think he was talking about me,” Angel whispered. “I think someone he cared about could be in danger. When we went out,” she glanced at Sam, then away, “he mentioned a woman he had cared for, who he let get away.” She shuddered. “I’m sorry. I don’t even know her name.” She dried her tears with a tissue.
“Baby, don’t worry. We’ll find her. I’ve already got a file on Bob.” When she looked askance, he continued. “You were interested in him, so I was interested in him.” Sam gathered her onto his lap. “I’ll put Jax on it as soon as we’re done here.”
Angel sighed and snuggled against Sam. Georgia’s stomach clenched in envy. She looked to Chance, but he was studying the files on the drug case Sam had unwittingly unearthed.
“So now we’ve got someone who is bent on destroying our family, plus drug running, and an unknown woman to find?” Nick asked.
“It’s all connected, Nick. I can feel it,” Ben stated. “We’ve just got to connect the damn dots.”
“Find the money trail, Ben. Check out this drug runner. Maybe he’s working with the vandal.” Sam grimaced. “I’m taking Angel home, then I’ll be back. Jax should be in any minute with what he found out about Bob.”
Chance spoke over his shoulder. “Georgia, too.”
Startled, she looked up. “What? No, I can make my way home.”
Their eyes locked and silent battle of wills ensued. Chance turned away. “Fine. Your choice Georgia. Always your choice.”
The tears she held at bay coursed down her cheeks. “No. You’re right. If it will make your job easier, I’ll stay with the Coalsons.”
Chance didn’t even look up. “Whatever.”
“I don’t know who you boys pissed off, but you sure did a good job of it. And the Vegas angle, anything there?” Ben asked in the uncomfortable silence.
“Lucky’s in place and gathering info. We’ll know more in a few days.” Nick returned.
“So take your family home and try and get some sleep.” Ben looked at Angel. “It will be a few days before I can let you back in to your place. You stay with Sam.”
He turned to growl at Nick. “And for God’s sake, don’t go off halfcocked again, gentlemen. You may have stirred a hornet’s nest none of us are prepared to deal with right now.”
“We’ll lay low, Ben,” Brandon opened the door to leave. “At least until we’ve got something else to go on. Then all bets are off.”
“I don’t care what’s on the h
orizon. They come after us again, we’ll go to war.” Nick nodded at the sheriff.
Ben sighed as the brothers filed out. He didn’t envy whoever was doing this. The Coalsons were going to make their retribution very long and painful.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Georgia stepped into the crowded bar the next evening. Halloween night. The noise level was deafening. Across the room, a disc jockey was playing Jace Everett’s, Bad Things, at high decibels, as people danced, laughed, and generally had a good time. She spotted Nick behind the bar dressed as a cowboy. He was serving drinks to several people and only nodded in her direction. Not much of a welcome from the host, she surmised. But she wasn’t here to confront Nick. She was after his brother.
After spending the night with the Coalsons and seeing firsthand the love within the family, Georgia was positive that it would be selfish of her to deny her child the opportunity to receive such love and devotion. Hank and Ginny would be wonderful grandparents. The brothers, while gruff at times, were always there to see to the needs and wants of the women. Dixie, Angel and Ginny had basked in their attention.
Hank and Ginny Coalson danced by. They were adorable as an old time cowboy and his ladylove. Sam and Angel look like they stepped off the cover of an MC novel about a biker and his old lady. Angel pointed to the back room as Sam whirled her past.
Angel seemed to be coping with the loss of her friend, Adam, and the fallout from drug dealers using her storm cellar to store heroin. Of course, being wrapped in her lover’s embrace after fifteen years was probably adding to her happiness.
“There you are!” Dixie came around the table and grabbed her arm. “I’m so glad you made it!” Dixie’s squeal of delight had Georgia smiling. She burst out laughing when she got a good look at her and Mac. In Georgia’s opinion, the best costume prize went to them. Dixie was a very pregnant angel and Mac was the devil, complete with horns and a tail.
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