Golden Trail

  “You know Stew? He play the dogs or is he sittin’ a game?”

  Merry looked back up. “Dogs. Before Gabby, Stew was at the track every weekend. Since her, I’m guessin’ he’s at the track every weekend she’s workin’.”

  Layne nodded. “Right.”

  “I don’t need to tell you, a collection at the house –” Merry started.

  Layne cut him off. “He’s in deep.”

  “Okay then, I don’t need to tell you bein’ in deep with Carlito –”

  Layne cut him off again. “Isn’t fuckin’ good.”

  “That man would break his grandma’s fingers if she borrowed a five spot to buy some cat food and didn’t pay it back on time,” Merry concurred.

  “I don’t give a fuck about Stew or how deep he is. What I give a fuck about is that this shit is comin’ to the house my boys live in and my ex has been workin’ her ass off to keep nice for them and that I’ve been sending money for twelve years to keep over their heads. I want his ass out. I wanna know what he’s into Carlito for and why, they’re gettin’ so far behind for so many months, this shit isn’t goin’ away. Jas says he saw Stew hand over an envelope stuffed full. Where the fuck is he getting that kind of cash and if he’s handin’ that shit over, why is the pressure still on?”

  “I know it’s Carlito, I got some boys I can give calls. I’ll run this down for Colt and Sully, Mike and Sean too. We’ll see what we can shake out,” Merry offered.

  “Good,” Layne replied.

  “Sorry you gotta deal with this shit, brother but I’m afraid I gotta lay more on you,” Merry told him.

  Layne stared and didn’t say a word. He had other things to talk to Merry about but he’d take whatever Merry had to dish out and move to the important shit later.

  So he invited, “Lay it on me.”

  Merry sat back. “Well, this morning, I got word from a friend, who has a friend who’s been hired by Jarrod to investigate you and Rocky.”

  There it was. Rocky was right.

  “Not a surprise, Merry, I saw him taking pictures into Rocky’s house when I was there last night. She called it, knew exactly why he was there. The only problem with that shit is he’s usin’ up money she should get in the divorce settlement with this garbage. He’s got a girl who looks like she kissed her teenage years good-bye about a month ago in his bed and Rocky has been outta that house for months. Her bein’ with me isn’t gonna get him shit.”

  He watched Merry’s lips thin then he said, “She would call it, seein’ as I phoned her during her lunch hour to give her the head’s up and then I got her to share what she’s not been sharin’ with anyone but Dad.”

  That did not sound good. Raquel shared everything with Merry. If she was keeping something from him, it was something bad, as in, something that would make good ole boy Garrett Merrick go ballistic.

  “What?” Layne asked.

  “Where should I start?” Merry asked back.

  “Garrett,” Layne said low.

  “Okay, first, he’s moved their money. All of it.”

  Layne’s back straightened in his chair. “Come again?”

  “Drained their joint accounts, bank, investment and liquidated stock portfolios. Opened up new accounts in his name only and deposited the money there.”

  That didn’t come up in his searches.

  “When?” Layne bit off.

  “Last week. She started buyin’ shit for her apartment, he cut her off. Started there, she found out on Saturday when she tried to buy something that he cancelled her credit cards. She only has two but they’re also joint and he’s cancelled them both.”

  “Fucking shit,” Layne ground out.

  “Unh-hunh,” Merry nodded.

  “What the fuck are her attorneys doing?”

  “What they can, which isn’t much since he’s refusing to meet. You know, brother, the wheels of justice don’t roll, they grind. Their court date isn’t for five and a half months.”

  “He can’t take all the money like that, Merry,” Layne clipped.

  “He can until the powers that be tell him to give it back,” Merry returned.

  “You’re wrong, Merry, he can’t do that. He pulls this shit, Rocky’s attorneys can move to have his assets frozen.”

  “I’m right, Layne, because Dr. Astley isn’t just Dr. Astley. Why do you think their court date is buried for five and a half months? She’ll be lucky to see that, big man. They’ll postpone and delay until she’s desperate. He doesn’t just make money, he comes from it. These boys who got Roc’s life in their hands aren’t in his pocket, they grew up together. They’re brothers, brother, like you and me.”

  “Goddammit!” Layne exploded, pushing back and out of his chair, curling his fist around his phone, he turned to the window and stared out at Main Street, his fists to his hips.

  “I’m guessin’ from that reaction she didn’t share with you,” Merry noted.

  “No, she didn’t share,” Layne told the window. “She said he was playing dirty, she just didn’t say how.”

  “Now you know.”

  Layne made a decision and turned to face his friend.

  “Names,” he growled.

  “What?”

  “You said he was bangin’ every nurse on staff, I want names. I want the name of every woman he even looked at too long since two seconds after he laid eyes on Rocky.”

  Merry smiled and it was cruel. “Not enough paper in the ‘burg for that list, Tanner.”

  “I’ll order a box for you on-line, have it delivered to your condo.”

  Merry nodded, still smiling but the cruelty had gone out and humor had seeped in.

  “You might find time to walk across your street,” he suggested. “Natalie Ulrich isn’t Dr. Astley’s biggest fan considering he’s not just a dick, he’s an arrogant dick and, if he isn’t bonin’ the nurses, he’s givin’ them shit. Emma’s friends with Natalie and Emma tells me Natalie’s in throes of ecstasy that Rocky’s Merc is in your drive. Apparently, she’s big into romance novels and she’s thinkin’ one’s playin’ out on her very own street.”

  “Natalie just got scratched on the top of my to-do list,” Layne muttered and his phone chimed in his hand.

  He dropped his head, flipped it open and saw that Rocky had sent him the number. Nothing else, just the digits.

  Fuck.

  He flipped the phone shut, tossed it on his desk, sat back down, looked at Merry and got down to the important shit.

  “Remember when I told you everything was fine between me and Roc?” he asked and watched Merry’s body get tight right along with his jaw.

  “Yeah.” The syllable was forced out.

  “Well it’s not.”

  Merry closed his eyes and whispered, “I knew it. Fuck.”

  “I need answers, Merry.”

  Merry opened his eyes but he might as well have kept them closed because he wasn’t giving a thing away.

  “Do not shut down on me, brother,” Layne warned, his voice low and quiet.

  Merry looked him in the eyes and then whispered, “I can’t, Tanner.”

  “You will, Garrett,” Layne returned. “Somethin’ is not right and we can’t move forward unless I sort that shit out.” Merry shook his head. “I’m not askin’ you, I’m tellin’ you, I need answers.”

  “Layne, I can’t give you answers.” Layne opened his mouth to speak but Merry leaned forward quickly. “I want to, right? Okay? I want to. But, seriously, she would not be pissed if I gave those answers to you. She would be gone. Not gone as in take off and move to Canada gone. Gone for me. She’d cut me out, Tanner. No joke. She would cease to exist for me and, big man,” he leaned further forward, his eyes glued to Layne’s, “you know how that feels.”

  “She’s in pain,” Layne informed his friend and Merry’s eyes closed again. “Look at me, goddammit.” Merry’s eyes opened. “I have no clue how to play this and the plays I’ve been makin’ either do not work for her or they don’t work for me.??
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  “Only advice I can give is proceed with caution.”

  “No shit? Thanks for that, buddy, that helps a whole fuckin’ lot,” Layne clipped.

  “You didn’t hear me, Tanner,” Merry said quietly. “Proceed with caution and the operative word in that is proceed.”

  Layne felt his chest get tight. “What?”

  Merry sat back. “I can’t give you more.”

  “You can and you will.”

  “Tanner, seriously.”

  “Yeah, Garrett, seriously.”

  “I can’t –”

  Layne leaned forward. “We went out to Swank’s, Saturday night. I walked into my house with her after, knowin’ the biggest fool thing I could do was ask her to stay for a drink at the same time thinkin’ about nothin’ other than how to get her to stay for a drink. We walk in and the lights go on and we find out a friend of mine from LA was payin’ a surprise visit. She’s standin’ there wearing practically nothing but shoes and a smile. Rocky sees her, she’s so fired up to get the fuck out of there, she fell during her run for the door, went down so hard she sprained her wrist. Before she left, she looked at me, Garrett, she looked at me with pain and tears in her eyes and they weren’t from hurting her wrist. That pain… that pain in her eyes shone from her fuckin’ soul. I’d get it the next night when I threw her leavin’ me in her face and she threw Gabby in mine. I’m tellin’ you right now, people do not hold onto this shit. Not for this long. It’s like it happened fuckin’ yesterday. I understand that pain I saw because I feel it every goddamned time I look at her. It’s been eighteen fucking years. That shit is not right. There is something I do not know, something that matters, it mattered then and, brother, it still matters now.”

  Merry stared at him and there was pain in his eyes too, Layne saw it, pain for Raquel and pain for Layne.

  “All I can tell you, Tanner, is that leaving you broke her.”

  “Then why the fuck did she leave?”

  Losing it, Merry slammed a fist into his armrest. “I can’t tell you, damn it!”

  “Why?”

  “I just can’t.”

  “Why?” Layne roared.

  “I can’t tell you!” Merry roared back. “But I’ll tell you this, leaving you broke her but she did it for a reason, buddy, she did it for a good fuckin’ reason. All right? Then you knocked up Gabby and I get that, I’m a man, I get it. Even Dad got it. Rocky did not. What was broken shattered. I watched it, Dad watched it, we couldn’t do shit about it. She didn’t pick up the pieces, man. She’s never picked up the pieces.” Merry leaned toward the desk. “You wanna know why Jarrod Astley is bein’ such a dick?” he asked but didn’t let Layne answer, he kept talking. “Because he had heaven in his hands, he knew it, but it was floating just above his reach. It was right there, in his hands, but he couldn’t touch it. She never loved him. She picked him because he was a dick, she knew he was a dick and she knew she could hold herself clear of that. That didn’t mean he didn’t want her but she never gave herself to him. But the fucker didn’t try. He did everything wrong because he’s an asswipe, that’s his problem. He might have been able to get in there if he wasn’t such a dick. But he was. He’s the type of man who doesn’t see his own faults, he blames others and he blames Rocky and, I’ll bet my pension, brother, he also blames you. No one in this ‘burg over fourteen years old doesn’t know the Raquel Merrick and Tanner Layne bittersweet love story, with Roc workin’ at that school and bein’ how she is, that lore is passed on the first day of freshman class. And Astley’s had that in his face for more than ten years.”

  Listening to Merry, Layne’s chest was moving like he’d just finished a two hundred yard dash but even with all he was getting, he was still getting nothing.

  He informed Merry of that fact. “All you’re givin’ me is more questions, Garrett.”

  “Then find out the answers, Tanner, but the only place you can get them is from Roc and, like I said, proceed with caution, but, fuck, man, whatever you do, for your sake and hers, just… fuckin’… proceed.”

  They stared at each other and Layne heard what he was saying.

  But he wasn’t twenty-four and life wasn’t that simple.

  “I got two boys who could get caught up in this shit, brother,” Layne said softly.

  “I hear you,” Merry replied, just as softly.

  “I put the effort into this, it goes bad, I’m not the only one gets kicked in the teeth.”

  “I hear you.”

  “With that reminder, you got different advice?”

  Merry shook his head and repeated, “Proceed.”

  “Shit, man, do you know what you’re tellin’ me to do?”

  Merry held his eyes. Then his face went funny in a way Layne couldn’t read but the only way he saw it was fear.

  “I’m givin’ you a bonus,” he whispered and Layne felt his chest squeeze as he waited for Merry to go on. “Those wounds she’s got, they bleed and they bleed deep. Only once did those wounds dry up and that was for three years, twenty-one years ago.”

  Layne closed his eyes.

  He opened them again when Merry spoke and he saw Merry was standing, coffee cup in his hand.

  “You heal her again, Tanner, you got my eternal gratitude,” he whispered then smiled, it was small and it was shaking. “And I’ll throw in my Harley.”

  Then without another word, he left Layne’s office.

  Layne turned his head and, on the monitors, he watched Merry walk down the stairs.

  Then he sat back in his chair and rested his head on the back of it to look at the ceiling.

  He closed his eyes.

  Then he made a decision.

  He grabbed his phone, flipped it open and called the management office at The Brendel, identified himself as Rocky’s boyfriend and told them to get their security firm to her apartment to set up the sensors and change her locks. They demurred, he convinced them.

  Then he disconnected, scrolled down his phonebook and hit go on Devin Glover, a PI he’d worked a variety of cases on a variety of occasions in a variety of locations. Dev was long in the tooth; he was a spy during the Cold War; he taught Layne everything he knew that was worth knowing; and he was the best friend Layne had ever had.

  When he disconnected from Dev, he texted Rocky. “Sensors will be set up. Contacting you. I’ll be there when they do it.”

  He was in his SUV, navigating his development when his phone chimed.

  Rocky’s text, “Fine. I’ll let you know.”

  He drove to his house, parked in his drive but didn’t bother with the garage door.

  His text back, “My place. Tonight. 6. T is making Hamburger Helper.”

  He was walking across the cul-de-sac to Natalie’s house when he got her quickly returned text.

  “Sorry, papers to grade. Tomorrow. Six.”

  He smiled at the phone, flipped it shut and lifted his fist to knock on Natalie’s door.

  He checked it because it swung open before he could connect.

  “Hey Tanner,” she smiled.

  “Natalie,” he smiled back. “Got a second?”

  She moved back, opening the door.

  Layne walked in.

  * * * * *

  “You set up?” Layne said into the phone.

  “Your couch in your office is shit, boy,” Dev said back.

  “I offered to put you up at a hotel,” Layne reminded him.

  “Hotel beds are shittier than your couch,” he shot back.

  Dev would know, he’d slept on enough of them.

  “Tomorrow night, at dinner, you meet Rocky, you’ll quit your bitchin’,” Layne told him. “And once I introduce you to the boys, you can have the couch in the living room.”

  Dev could be intense, his mood always unpredictable and Layne was working, not around to run interference during an introduction to Jasper and Tripp and he didn’t want Dev showing up at the house and doing something, which Dev would do, and freaking out his sons. So he left
Mimi the key to his office and gave Dev his security codes.

  “She a looker?” Dev asked, his curiosity piqued. Dev was sixty-four years old and still a ladies man.

  “You remember Eva?” Layne asked.

  Silence for a beat then, with disbelief, “Better?”

  “Oh yeah,” Layne answered.

  “Fuck, boy,” Dev muttered then disconnected without a good-bye.

  Layne threw his cell on the seat next to him. He’d just sealed the deal on his latest case and he’d been right, it hadn’t taken long, less time than he expected. He just had to pull together the file, hand it over, send the invoice and get paid and he was glad to be rid of it. It was sucking all his time. Billable hours but, with all the stuff raining down on him and Rocky, he needed to be shot of it and was pleased as fuck he was.

  The entrance to his development was coming up on his right but he didn’t indicate. He’d called Jasper earlier to tell him to set up pasta bake for Keira on Tuesday but they were on their own that night and he’d see them in the morning. He also shared he was spending the night over at Rocky’s because her security was shit. Jasper didn’t ask questions but, after informing him of this fact, Jasper’s voice took on a “you the man” tone.

  Layne looked at the clock on his dash. It was after midnight and he reckoned Rocky wouldn’t be real fired up to answer her door to him at that hour.

  Or, possibly, any hour.

  But he couldn’t give a fuck. He’d sleep on her couch tonight. Tomorrow and for as long as it took, he’d work on getting in her bed.

  Or Rocky in his.

  And eventually both.

  He was just passed the entrance to his development and about to flip his indicator light on to take the left into Rocky’s complex when he saw a Mercedes of her make, model and color pull out in front of him and when his eyes swept the plates, he saw it was hers.

  “What the fuck?” he whispered, moved his fingers from the indicator, kept a distance and followed.

  His eyes went back to the dash. Twelve oh nine. Where the fuck was she going at twelve oh nine?

  He followed her into town, she turned left on Green, he trailed her and drove passed her when she turned into the Christian Church parking lot.

  “Fuck me,” he muttered, now knowing what she was doing out at twelve oh nine. He swung the next left, continuing to mutter, “Rocky, baby, I find you lookin’ for trouble, I’m gonna turn you over my knee.”