Read Enemies and Playmates Online
Authors: Darcia Helle
Enemies and Playmates (28 page)
“Nope.”
“Want me to drive you?”
“No. I like to live dangerously.”
Dawn sighed. “You’re incorrigible.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“Be careful.”
Jesse smiled, finding it hurt his face. “I will. I learned my lesson.”
***
Jesse arrived at McGuire’s almost ten minutes late. Tim sat in a booth nursing a drink. Jesse slipped in across from him. “Sorry I’m late,” he said.
“What the hell happened to you?” Tim said.
“I was reminded of what happens when I forget to watch my back.”
“Who was it?”
“An army, I think,” Jesse said. “I never saw him. Or them.”
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I’ll survive.” Jesse pushed the manila envelope toward Tim. “Forenzi’s on Covington’s payroll. He’s listed as maintenance with a salary of a grand a week.”
“A thousand bucks a week for maintenance?” Tim said. “What the hell is he maintaining?”
“That’s not all. So far this year he’s been given three separate bonuses at ten grand each.”
“He must be one hell of a maintenance man, eh?”
Jesse picked out a sheet of paper. “I checked the dates on the bonuses. One came on the day Deanna Bryant was killed. The second the day Foley died. And the last came on the day Danny Bellows was found hanging.”
“Bellows?”
“He was the friend of Nyles.”
A heavy-set waitress with permanent frown lines approached. “Would you like a drink?” she asked.
Jesse ordered a beer and both men ordered burgers. Once the waitress had gone, Tim said, “Nyles is the guy you’ve been trying to get to talk? The one the DA stepped in and took over?”
“A little much for coincidence, don’t you think?”
“You going to turn this over?”
Jesse shook his head. “Hell no. They’ll bury it, just like they want to do with the rest of the stuff I gave them.” He flashed Tim a grin. “I was hoping you and I could pay Forenzi a visit, ask a few questions.”
“You wanting me along for protection or for official reasons is unlikely at best,” Tim said. “So are you up to something I probably don’t want to know about?”
“I need you to show your badge,” Jesse said. “I want Forenzi to think the info has already gone through Eldridge. That I’ve turned it over and the case is being officially worked.”
“Why?”
“I want to see who he contacts. What gets set into motion next.”
Tim shook his head, rubbed a hand over his face. “Man, you get me in such deep shit sometimes.”
***
Jesse led Tim up the narrow steps of the three-story apartment house. The second floor hallway reeked of stale beer and smoke. “This place is a freakin’ dump,” Tim said. “You’d think a grand a week would buy the guy better living quarters.”
“Not if he’s snorting most of it,” Jesse replied. “Or buying women.”
They reached the top landing and separated, standing on opposite sides of the door frame. An old habit that neither man even stopped to think about. You never knew what might come through the door at you. A charging bull of a man. A hungry pit bull. A bullet.
Jesse rapped his knuckles on the battered door. The same door he’d easily slipped through not that long ago. A raspy voice barked at them from the other side. “Who is it?”
“Police,” Tim called. “Open up.”
They were greeted by a few moments of silence. Jesse was about to bang on the door again when it swung open. Dominic Forenzi peered at Tim through squinty eyes. His bulky frame blocked their view inside the apartment. “What?” he said.
Tim flashed his badge. “A few questions. Can we come inside?”
Forenzi caught sight of Jesse. His eyes managed to narrow even further. He glared through the remaining slits, one of which had to be a full inch lower than the other. He said, “What the hell do you want?”
“He’s with me,” Tim said.
Forenzi snorted. “You piss off the wrong guy, Ryder? Looks like you got your ass kicked.”
“I got stupid,” Jesse said. “Won’t happen again.”
A raggedy middle-aged man popped open the door across the hall. He stood at the edge of the hall, blatantly staring, waiting for a show. He probably expected something even better than the current episode of Jerry Springer.
Jesse cast a glance his way, then turned back to Forenzi. “You want to do this out here?”
Forenzi muttered a curse, then shoved the door further open and stepped out of the way. “Make it quick,” he said.
Tim’s gaze skittered across the room, taking it all in. Jesse had seen it before. He fixed his eyes on Forenzi.
Tim said, “How long have you been working for Alex Covington?”
Forenzi shrugged. His mouth twitched and the scar on his cheek sunk deeper. He didn’t answer.
“It’s a simple question,” Jesse said.
“What the fuck business is it of yours?”
Tim tried again. “Are you currently employed by Alex Covington?”
“Ain’t no crime to work for somebody,” Forenzi said.
Tim took a half step closer. “That depends on the type of work you’re doing.”
Again Forenzi shrugged. Tim continued, his voice calm. “So what is it you do for Mr. Covington?”
“Why don’t you ask Covington if you’re so fucking interested?”
“Whatever it is,” Jesse said, “it sure pays well.”
“Do I need a lawyer here?” Forenzi asked.
“Why would you need a lawyer?” Tim said.
Jesse said, “I don’t need a lawyer to discuss my work.”
“Me either,” Tim said.
Forenzi’s narrow eyes darted between Jesse and Tim. He folded his tree trunk arms across his chest. “It ain’t never smart to talk to a cop without a lawyer,” he said.
Tim watched him but said nothing. Let the moment drag on until the silence stretched into a black void that Forenzi teetered over. “I do maintenance,” Forenzi said. “You got a problem with that?”
“At a grand a week?” Jesse asked.
Forenzi’s eyes widened. He hadn’t expected them to know that. He recovered quickly, falling back to his defiant tone. “I’m damn good with a screwdriver.”
Jesse and Tim exchanged a look. Tim said, “And the bonuses? Ten grand a pop. What does a maintenance man do to earn that kind of bonus?”
Forenzi’s scar twitched. “You want more answers, talk to my lawyer. I got nothing more to say to you.”
“Your lawyer,” Tim said. “Would that also be your boss?”
Forenzi smirked as he pulled his door open. Jesse drilled him with a glare until the smirk fell away. Then he said, “You and I, we’re not done, Forenzi. Not even close.”
24
“I can’t believe this,” Lauren said. She frantically paced across Jesse’s living room. “Why is he doing this to you? Why can’t he leave you alone?”
Jesse sat on the couch. “I didn’t see who it was. It might not have had anything to do with your father.”
“Was your wallet taken?”
“No. But -”
“Oh, come on,” Lauren said. “You know it had to be him. That bastard. No wonder someone tried to kill him.”
“Calm down.”
“Look what he did to you.”
“I’m fine.”
Lauren sat beside Jesse. She gazed into his dark, intense eyes, one of which was practically swollen shut. Those eyes, so full of emotion, she’d come to understand quite well. He’d given her strength, taught her to trust, taught her to love. A tear slid down her cheek.
Jesse pulled her close. “Don’t cry. It’s really not such a big deal.”
“You could’ve been killed.”
“But I wasn’t.”
“What about the next time?” Lauren asked. “What if you aren’t so lucky?”
“There won’t be a next time.”
“How do you know that?”
“Because I’ll never let my guard down like that again,” Jesse said. “Part of this was my own damn stupidity.”
“So you have to live in fear until he goes to jail? What kind of life is that?”
“I’ll be cautious. I won’t be living in fear.”
“You’re a terrible liar,” Lauren said. “I know this scared you.”
“Maybe just a little.”
“You don’t have to sugarcoat this to protect me.”
“Okay, so it scared me,” Jesse said. “Waking up in the alley wasn’t all that pleasant. But I did wake up, which is the important thing.”
“I’m going to talk to him.”
“That won’t do any good. It’ll just piss him off and upset you.”
“So I should wait until he does kill you?”
“He’s not going to kill me.”
“Isn’t that what he wants?” Lauren said. “He’s trying to scare you, to bully you into doing what he wants. And when you don’t, and he decides your time is up, he’s going to kill you. Isn’t he?”
“He doesn’t kill people.”
“Don’t mince words with me, Jesse. He’ll have someone else do it. The end result is the same.”
Jesse looked away. He didn’t answer. Lauren ran her fingertips lightly over his bruised face. Her voice was soft when she spoke again. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”
“Nothing is going to happen to me,” Jesse said. “Maybe this was the lesson I needed. I won’t be as cocky from now on.”
“But -”
“Stop worrying. It’ll be over soon.”
Lauren rested her head against Jesse’s shoulder, calmed by his gentle tone. “What makes you so sure?” she said.
“His secretary gave me some info this morning.”
“What kind of info?”
“His personal financial records, timelines, a list of connections,” Jesse said. “I should be able to put enough together to have an airtight case against him soon.”
“Why would Suzanne help you?”
“I had a talk with her the other day. I guess she thought about things and decided she wanted him out of her life.”
“She’s been sleeping with my father for years,” Lauren said.
“I know.”
“So why would she want to help you hurt him?”
Jesse shrugged. “I didn’t ask.”
“But you have your ideas.”
“Speculation. That’s all.”
“Are you sure she’s not helping my father set you up somehow?”
“I thought of that,” Jesse said. “But this isn’t a setup. The information is all accurate… and damning as hell.”
“Did you bring it to the police? The D.A.?”
“Not yet.”
Lauren shook her head. “Why don’t you just give it to them? Let them handle it. Then you’ll be out of it for good.”
“I’m sure as hell not trusting the system to handle this alone. Not after coming this far.”
“But if my father knew they were handling it, he’d have no reason to come after you anymore.”
“I wish it was that easy,” Jesse said. “No matter what I do right now with this investigation, I still know too much. And I’ve caused lots of problems. That won’t sit well with your father.”
“Great,” Lauren muttered. “That makes me feel much better.”
“He can’t kill me now. Too many people would question it. I think that’s why I only got the shit kicked out of me today.”
“Now that’s comforting.”
Jesse drew Lauren closer. His lips covered hers. Lauren sank into the warmth of his embrace. Her body relaxed, as his tongue found hers. His hand traveled over her body, leaving a tingling trail behind.
Lauren suddenly pulled away. She kept imagining Jesse lying in that alley. What if there is a next time? What if he isn’t so lucky? “There has to be something I can do,” she said. “I still think I should talk to him.”
“I think we should make love,” Jesse said.
“I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
“Jesse, I’m worried. I have to help somehow.”
Jesse sighed. “What do you plan on saying to him that could possibly make a difference this time?”
“I don’t know.”
Jesse’s tongue traced a path across Lauren’s neck. “Let it go,” he murmured.