Rock Chick 07 Regret (63 page)

Shirleen threw her head back and laughed for a long time.

“That’s funny,” she said (unnecessarily) when she finished laughing.

“What’s funny? I’m being serious,” Kitty Sue shot back.

Shirleen leveled her amused gaze on Kitty Sue. “I practically gotta chain Lee to his chair to get him to fill out reports, type out notes and whatever other shit he’s gotta do. He
hates
paperwork. All the boys do. Badass mothers get fuckin’ grumpy when Shirleen rides their asses to get them to put pen to paper or, worse, fingers to keyboards. If it wasn’t for me, our invoices would be six months late goin’ out and no one would get paid. Including Shirleen. And Shirleen likes to get paid. I got two
growin
’ boys who eat me out of house and home and are always
takin
’ bitches to the movies and shit like that. I don’t get paid, I’m fucked and Roam and
Sniff’ll
look like beggars in front of their babes. Not… gonna… happen.”

“Well,” the wind, I could tell, had gone out of Kitty Sue’s sails, “the least you could do is help us now.”

“I will help you,” Shirleen replied. “I’ll tell you, you missed a pile.” And she nodded to a pile of papers at the end of her desk that was at least a foot high.

“Shit,” Daisy muttered.

That’s when I giggled at the same time the door opened and Ally and Indy walked in, laughing.

I sat back on my calves and smiled at them as they called, “Hey,” to everyone.

Not two months ago, I walked into this office feeling the frosty air, knowing they hated me and wishing I was one of them.

Now, I was sitting on the floor, sorting through Lee and The Boy’s confidential paperwork, having spent the day getting to know Brody (the computer geek and I mean
geek
), Monty (the guy who managed the surveillance room where, I was a bit
weirded
out to see they monitored Fortnum’s, which meant my meltdown there was witnessed by even more people than I knew at the time) and Shirleen.

Kitty Sue had come by with lunch. We ate. We chatted. She told me great stories about my Mom that only a best friend would know and she apologized about seven million five hundred thousand times about not “protecting” me throughout my life and not coming to see me after my father was put behind bars.

“I kept trying to figure out how to do it. What I should say,” she whispered to me, holding my hand. “I didn’t know what to say.”

I squeezed her fingers. “It’s done now, over. Don’t think about it.” I blew it off as if it was nothing so she would stop beating herself up and changed the subject. “You told me about my Mom, now will you tell me about Katherine?”

She smiled, let go of my hand, sat back and told me great stories about Katherine.

Later, Daisy came around, Kitty Sue spied the paperwork and we all got busy.

“What in
the hell
are you doing?” Ally asked, staring at the papers all over the floor.

“Filing,” I answered.

Indy turned to Shirleen. “I thought that was your job.”

“Do I look like a file clerk to you?” Shirleen’s eyes narrowed, clearly becoming frustrated with this topic.

“You’re sitting behind a receptionist desk,” Indy returned.

“Maybe we shouldn’t talk about this anymore,” I cut in, trying to help.

“Does Lee know you don’t do the filing?” Indy, apparently, didn’t need my help.

Shirleen grinned. “That’s it.
You
talk to Lee about paperwork.
You
give him lip about paperwork. Now,
that
I’d like to see. Make sure Shirleen’s around when you talk to Lee about paperwork. He
loves
to talk about paperwork.”

At this juncture, wisely, Kitty Sue decided to intervene, “Ally, get that pile from the end of Shirleen’s desk and you and Indy help sort. Shirleen, move out from behind the desk, Sadie’s going to type labels on the computer and make up folders. Daisy, start with the A’s, file what already has a folder in the cabinet, give Sadie the rest so she can make folders. Come on girls,” She clapped her hands. “Let’s go.”

Boy, you could tell Kitty Sue was a Mom. Even Daisy and Shirleen did as she ordered which meant Shirleen moved to the far more comfortable couch and kept polishing her nails.

I found the folders and labels and started typing. Daisy started filing. Kitty Sue, Indy and Ally kept on sorting.

In an hour, we were done, the last label typed, the last folder put away. Kitty Sue closed a drawer with her foot and swiped her hands together like she was brushing off dust.

“
Oowee
, world’s put to rights, Lee’s paperwork is filed. I’ll call the mayor,” Shirleen announced from her reclining position on the couch, her head coming up from her perusal of
Us
magazine.

Daisy, Ally, Indy and Kitty Sue all went red in the face and glared at Shirleen.

“Why don’t we go to dinner? My treat,” I offered before anyone could commit a violent act, or worse, say something they regretted.

“Can’t,” Shirleen said, sitting up. “Orders are you stay here unless one of the Hot Bunch is around to escort you. They’re all tied up. You’re stuck.”

“Then we’ll order pizza,” I decided.

Shirleen nodded and grinned. “That’ll work. I got Famous on speed dial.”

Of course she did.

“I’ll call the girls, the Hot Bunch are all working tonight so they’re all free,” Indy put in.

“Tell Jet to stop by
Pasquini’s
and pick up dessert,” Ally threw in.

“Tell Jules to bring Max, I haven’t seen him in
ages,
” Kitty Sue said.

“Tell Roxie to pop by the liquor store and get beer,” Daisy finished.

I moved out from behind the desk to give Shirleen room and walked to the side of the couch to pick up my purse so I could call Ralphie and Buddy to see if they wanted to come around.

I grabbed my phone, dropped my purse to the couch and turned, back to the door, to face the girls, all of whom were across the room.

“I’ll call Ralphie and Bud –” I started but didn’t finish.

The door opened behind me, I didn’t have a chance to turn but I did see Daisy’s face grow pale, her mouth opened to say something but I felt something
very
unpleasant touch my neck.

I dropped the phone and everything went black.

Chapter Twenty-Two

He Taught Me How to Make
S’Mores

Sadie

It was well past dawn when the door opened, the lights went on and Jerry walked in.

I’d been up for hours, watching the sun lighten the dark room as it peeped through the closed curtains at the window.

I did not spend this time scared.

I spent it angry.

I was over this.

Over.

This.

All
of it.

The fact that it was Jerry who’d kidnapped me right out of Nightingale Investigations reception area and not one of the crazy, mean, fucking Balducci Brothers didn’t make me any happier.

This was only partly because I was over all the shitty, terrible traumas that kept making my life so fucking difficult. It was also because I knew Hector (and everyone, for that matter), were probably scared out of their minds that I’d been gone all night.

And them being scared pissed me right off.

I yanked my hand which was handcuffed to an iron bedstead so that it made an awful clink and I glared at him.

“
Uncuff
me,” I snapped.

“No fuckin’ way. You get uncuffed after you talk to your Dad,” Jerry replied, putting a mug of coffee and a bowl of cereal on the nightstand. The room I was in was clean, drab and had no personal items just a double bed, dresser and two nightstands.

“Where am I?” I demanded, taking a different tact.

“Your father’s safe house. The Feds never found it,” Jerry replied, standing several feet away from the bed, arms crossed on his chest, looking down at me.

“Where is it?”

“You’re
spreadin
’ your legs for an ex-Fed PI, Sadie,” he returned, his tone ugly. “I’m not gonna tell you where your father’s safe house is.”

I decided to ignore his rude words.

“How did you get me?”

“Stun gun. You went down, I dragged you out, your bitches came after me. I fired warning shots, they backed off. Got you in the car, Nightingale’s operations man, Monty whoever-the-fuck came after me, I shot out his tire. You started to come around, I gave you a different kind of shot. Nightie night.”

I felt my breath catch. “You
shot
at them?”

“Warning shots.”

I yanked my hand against the cuffs and got up on my knees.

“I swear to
God
, Jerry, you hurt any of them, I’ll fucking
kill
you!”

He grinned like he thought I was hilarious. “Much as I’d like to put a bullet in Nightingale’s piece or his fuckin’ sister, who’s a pain in
everyone’s
ass, you Dad’s orders were to get you, no collateral damage. That’s what I did.”

That made me feel better but I still spat at him, “You’re a pig.”

At my words, his face went hard. “Rather be a pig than a traitor.” He leaned in and his face started to turn ugly. “You make me sick. The idea of that asshole’s hands on you, his mouth on you, his dick in you. Christ, your father trusted him and Chavez fucked him, he fucked all of us. Now you’re
lettin
’ him fuck you. Can you imagine how that makes your Dad feel?”

“My father feels? Wow, Jerry, thanks for sharing. That’s news to me,” I retorted sarcastically, too beyond angry to stop myself.

His face twisted with fury. “It was me you fucked over that way, I’d let the Balduccis play with you. Not Seth. ‘Take ‘em down, one-by-one, make it hurt,’ he says to me. ‘Keep an eye on Sadie, Chavez falls down on the job, make sure she’s safe,’ he says. Fuck.”

My body had gone solid.

Make sure she’s safe
. He said.

My father wanted to be sure I was safe.

And, if I read it right, he was resigned to Hector having that job.

I couldn’t wrap my mind around it and I started to tremble but luckily Jerry didn’t notice.

“Eat. You’re
father’ll
call, he’ll talk, you’ll fuckin’ listen then I’ll take you back to your fuck buddy,” Jerry finished our tête-à-tête and turned to go.

In desperation, before I could stop myself, I blurted, “I need to call Hector.”

Jerry stopped and grinned again then his eyes got weird in a way I
did not like
.

“Like the idea of seein’ what you’d do to get that call, Sadie. Maybe I’d make you let me fuck that smart mouth of yours.” My heart started beating harder just as my eyes narrowed but he kept on, “But I like the idea of Chavez
tearin
’ Denver apart lookin’ for you more.”

Then he was gone.

I stared at the door, giving it my Icicle Ray of Death Glare which didn’t work, no matter how hard I tried. Then I ate my cereal, drank my coffee and waited.

Jerry came back, stun gun in one hand, keys to the handcuffs in another.

“Bathroom. You got one minute then I come in,” he threatened.

I didn’t fight and did as he asked.

I just had to wait. He said I had to listen to my father and for Detective Marker this was what I was supposed to be doing. I didn’t pretend to be happy about the circumstances but I wasn’t going to do anything stupid either. Jerry was mean and I didn’t want to test him. I wanted to get through this latest trauma alive and breathing and go on. I was noticing the bad parts were interspersed with good parts. And of those good parts, some of them were great, some of them were fun and all of them gave me that warm, snugly, safe feeling.