Play It Safe (43 page)

“The only thing I trust is that Bud’s lackey and fall guy is in the tank and stayin’ there awhile so my horses that have no barn to give them a minimal amount of safety won’t go poisoned until Bud gathers the money to find someone else to fuck with me. And maybe I can trust that knowin’ this shit, Bud doesn’t have the balls to do his own dirty work so me and Ivey got a window of time to feel safe. That could be a day, a week or a month but we won’t know how long that is so I think you can guess I won’t be hangin’ around waiting for whatever he plans next. I appreciate you’re doin’ what you gotta do how you gotta do it and the way that is, it takes time. But what I said last night stands, Len. You don’t take care of this shit, I will.”

“Not smart to make an open threat to a police captain.” This warning from Lenny was gentle but it was still a warning.

“Probably not,” Olly put in from behind us, “but I’ll tell you too, you don’t take care of this shit, Gray doesn’t, I will.”

“And I’ll say,” Frank added, “you, Gray or Olly don’t do it or I get a wild hair up my ass waitin’ for this shit to get done, I’ll do it.”

“I don’t even need a wild hair. Bud Sharp’s an asshat. I’m already thinkin’ of doin’ it,” Charlie threw down.

“So there you go,” Frank summed it up, “four Codys, four threats, four men in Mustang with fierce reason to carry them out. Somethin’ happens to Bud Sharp, you got four directions to turn.”

At that, Gray went solid again and I knew why.

By making open threats, they had Gray’s back by casting suspicion four ways.

It was clever, it was kind (in its way) and it was family.

Feeling something I didn’t think I’d ever feel, my heart warming to Gray’s uncles, I pressed closer to my man’s side.

“Though, sayin’ all that, somethin’ happened to Bud Sharp, you’d probably have to bring in most of Mustang for questioning,” Olly muttered.

Lenny stared at them then he sighed.

Then his phone rang. He grabbed it, looked at it, moved his glance through all of us and lifted a one minute finger. Then he flipped it open and put it to his ear. He talked and listened and we all waited.

Then he said, “Right, with Gray now, be back in around ten.”

Then he flipped his phone shut and looked at Gray.

“The station,” he explained. “Jeb Sharp just came in and asked to speak to his son.”

“About time Jeb had words with that boy,” Macy mumbled.

Lenny ignored Macy and noted softly to Gray, “This could be good, Gray.”

“We’ll see,” Gray replied and it was clear he felt Jeb Sharp had little sway over his son.

Lenny held his eyes. Then he nodded. Then he looked to the devastation his nephew wreaked, shook his head, his jaw got tight again then he looked back at Team Cody.

“Tape comes down, you need help cleanin’ up, takin’ care of those dead horses, you call me and Whit. We’ll be here.”

No hard feelings with my man, communicating what Pete did didn’t reflect on Lenny, it reflected on Pete and he showed this by saying, “I’ll call, Len.”

Another nod from Lenny, a glance through us all, a lifted hand and he turned toward his cruiser.

And as he did I saw another car coming up the lane. More brownies or a casserole, undoubtedly.

Then I saw what kind of car was coming up the lane.

A shiny black Lincoln with shaded windows.

My body jerked then I smiled and tipped my head back to look at Gray who was staring with narrow eyes down the lane.

“Did you call him?” I asked excitedly and he dipped his chin to look down at me but shook his head. I looked back at the lane. “That has to be him.” My eyes went back to Gray who also had looked back down the lane. “Do you know anyone in Mustang with that car?”

Gray again gave me his eyes and said, “No.”

“Who’s that?” Frank asked from behind us as the Lincoln came closer but Gray nor I answered, we just kept watching the Lincoln get closer.

Lenny couldn’t drive down the lane with the Lincoln coming up so he was standing in the cruiser’s opened door, watching the Lincoln approach.

Then it approached and I saw I was right.

Driver’s side, Brutus. Passenger side, Lash.

“Oh my God!” I cried, jumping a small jump against Gray’s body then I started to pull away to run toward my friends who were making a very well-timed surprise visit.

But I didn’t get very far. Gray’s arm locked around my shoulders and his other arm locked around my waist.

He also whispered, “No, baby.”

I struggled, looking back and forth between Gray and the car, thinking he was playing with me, wondering why, pulling to get away at the same time still jumping excitedly and crying out, “Gray, let me go!”

His arms got tighter and his voice dipped lower when he locked me to him and whispered, “Fuck, baby.”

At his tone, my head snapped back to the Lincoln to see Brutus had folded out, as had Lash. They were both wearing shades but I knew both their eyes were aimed at me and both their faces didn’t look happy.

But it was the backdoor opening that caught my attention, made my breath clean leave me, my stomach hollow out and my heart stop beating.

Because out of that door came my brother Casey.

Talk

I was in the kitchen, shaking.

Gray was standing in the doorway with Lash.

Macy was in the kitchen with me and she was crowding me.

“Tell me why you brought that motherfucker here?” Gray growled, keeping his distance from Lash and visibly keeping his body in check. They were close, the door not affording them much room and Gray was pissed beyond any kind of pissed I’d seen Gray be.

And I’d seen Gray be really, freaking pissed.

The Brothers Cody, Brutus and Lenny, who had wisely taken one look at Casey, undoubtedly remembered him and decided to stay, were all in the living room with Casey.

Casey!

Oh God.

“Because I know what he has to say, the Mustang police should know and hear it from him and, last, she deserves this, Cody, and you do too,” Lash replied, he was alert but calm and holding Gray’s eyes.

“Maybe but you could have called,” Gray returned and this was true. So, so true. “You did, you’d know the barn burned down last night and we got seven horses dead. Ivey was in that barn with me savin’ the thirteen we got left.”

Lash’s face got hard and his eyes sliced to me.

“Look at me, Caldiwell,” Gray rumbled and Lash’s eyes cut back to Gray. “Why didn’t you call?”

“Because I thought if I did, you’d protect Ivey by not giving her what Casey has to give.”

Gray’s body straightened and seemed to expand, such was his increased anger but Lash shook his head.

“Calm, my man, that guy in there has not pulled one over on me. I’m not here to orchestrate a family reunion. What he’s got to give is no good. It’s just truth. Ugly truth. And I read from you right now and read it the same seein’ you with her before that you’d protect her from that shit and that is not your call. It’s not mine. It’s Ivey’s. I’m giving her that call.”

“You don’t know me enough to know I wouldn’t give her the same,” Gray clipped out.

“You’re right but I also wasn’t going to take any chances,” Lash fired back, his eyes slid to me then back to Gray. “Timing sucks but better to get this shit over with and do with that guy whatever you decide you want done with him. Deal with him or cut him loose. One way or another, I want shot of him. Filth stinks and I’m really not fond of his smell.”

Lash, a man I loved, a man who looked out for me, a man who took care of me, a man who out-and-out spoiled me was talking about my brother that way.

Pure Casey.

Obviously he hadn’t changed.

“Ivey, you okay?” Macy asked softly, still crowding me.

No, I wasn’t.

I didn’t answer her.

I spoke to Lash.

“I know why,” I said softly and both Gray and Lash’s eyes came to me. When I got Lash’s attention, I continued, “If you gave Gray the info and he chose not to tell me, you thought, if Casey made his way back to me, whenever and for whatever reason, because, being Casey, even though it’s been years, he’d eventually need me, you thought I’d buckle.”

Lash gave it to me straight with his prompt answer of, “Yes.”

I studied him knowing he was right.

I loved my brother.

It was a failing.

I looked to Gray then to Macy then to my feet as they moved me through the kitchen and I muttered, “Let’s get this done.”

Gray and Lash separated so I could squeeze through them. I led and, with Macy, they followed.

Casey’s eyes came to me the minute I hit the living room. I took two steps in and stopped, feeling Lash and Gray position themselves behind me.

Brutus was standing behind and beside the armchair in which Casey was lounging negligently, even belligerently. The Brothers Cody and Lenny were positioned around the room, all standing. Macy went to Olly.

Casey didn’t tear his gaze from me.

“Looks like you landed on your feet, sis,” he remarked and I felt the heavy atmosphere in the room get even heavier.

I took in my brother.

He’d lost weight. He had a scar I knew came from a deep cut on his cheek, another one from a shallow cut curving up from the collar of his tee by his collarbone. His hair was a mess and, even though he was only thirty-four, it had already started to go gray. There were lines around his eyes and mouth that didn’t come from work in the sun or laughter but hard living and a lifetime of worry. His tee, jeans and boots weren’t dirty or tatty but they weren’t good quality and he’d had them awhile.

He looked ten years older than he was. He looked angry. And he looked beaten but even so, he was trying to hide it behind hostility.

When I made no response, his eyes moved over my shoulder to Gray then back to me.

“See you and your cowboy again aren’t gonna offer me hospitality.” His brows went up. “No cool, refreshing glass of homemade lemonade on the farm? Not an offer of a nice, cold bottle of brew?”

Jeez.

Casey.

Finally, I spoke. “Lash says you have something to say to me.”

“Got a lotta things be happy to say to you,” Casey replied and I heard Gray draw in breath.

“Casey, be smart, just tell me what happened, what you did seven years ago so you can be on your way to continue to do whatever you’ve been doing,” I urged softly, hating this and wanting it done.

“Seven years ago, my sister upped, stole a wad of my cash, my car and took off on me,” Casey returned.

“Cash you were given to take me away from Gray, from Mustang,” I reminded him, it was a guess but I knew it was the right one when Casey’s eyes flashed. But he didn’t confirm this information.

Instead, he noted, “Car was mine, sis. You left me high and dry with no wheels.”

It was my turn to remind my brother of something. “If I remember, I won the pinks to that car in a game of pool.”

Casey’s face got hard and he inched up a bit in his chair. “I primed that mark.”

“We both know,” I said quietly, “that I didn’t need you to prime anything.”

“Jesus, fuck, yeah,” he spit, eyes narrowing, “you didn’t need me, right? Fuck, Ivey, you got a selective memory.”

Pain ripped through me.

He was very right at the same time being pitifully wrong.

At this point, Gray entered the conversation. “This is not why you’re here. We’re not goin’ over the history of Casey and Ivey Bailey. You’re gonna talk about what you did seven years ago.”

Casey’s eyebrows shot up and he asked sarcastically, “I am?”

“You are,” Gray confirmed.

“I wanna talk about somethin’ else, I can’t. If I can’t talk about what I wanna talk about, why would I talk about what
you
wanna talk about?” Casey asked.

“You owe it to your sister and you owe it to me,” Gray replied.

Casey inched up even more, his body tensing, his face twisting and he hissed, “I don’t owe
you
or that
bitch
shit.”

Then it happened so quickly it was like I didn’t see it. Gray was across the room, Casey out of his chair and Gray tore him out of it with such force, the chair, which was not light, tipped to its back and skidded a couple of feet. The end result was Casey, his back to the wall, and Gray, his body pressing into Casey, his hand wrapped around Casey’s throat, squeezing.

Casey kicked out his feet but Gray positioned his body to Casey’s side so he had no target at the same time the fingers on both Casey’s hands curled around Gray’s forearm to pull it away but Gray had such a fierce hold on him, he had no hope.

“
Talk!
” Gray barked in his face.

“Let me go!” Casey wheezed, still kicking, still pulling at Gray’s hand and all the men in the room closed in on the two of them.

Gray either was so focused he didn’t feel them or he didn’t care. Instead, using Casey’s neck, he pulled him away from the wall and slammed him into it so his had cracked against the drywall, sounding with a sickening thud.

Then he did it again.

Then he roared, “
Talk!
”

Clearly, he’d also put more pressure on Casey’s throat because now Casey was gurgling in an attempt to get air in. He’d stopped kicking out with his feet because all his effort needed to be at Gray’s arm which still didn’t budge.

When Casey formed no words, Gray again pulled Casey away from the wall and his head lurched forward like a ragdoll and smashed back against the wall when Gray slammed him there.

“
Talk!
” he again thundered.

I stood still and frozen and Frank got close to Gray.

He put his hand on Gray’s shoulder and said quietly, “Son, man can’t talk with you squeezin’ the life outta him.”

I deep breathed as I watched Gray’s upper body moving in a way that I knew he was doing the same. He took a moment to consider his uncle’s words then he yanked Casey away from the wall and threw him across the room. Casey flew over the turned chair, ass over head rolling and landed on his stomach on a skid that took him dangerously close to a table with thin, curved legs and an old-fashioned, glass-based lamp I particularly liked.