Wilder Days. Linda Winstead Jones

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      Del stared at the grainy photograph. He wasn’t sorry that Vic was currently unattached, but he was incensed that any man would treat her that way. She deserved better.

      “By the way, this is the Vic, right?” Shock’s long, thin fingers danced over his heart.

      “Shut up, Albert,” Del muttered.

      Shock clapped a hand over his heart. “Man, I do you a favor and you call me Albert. What’s gotten into you?”

      Del lifted his eyes slowly. “Anything else?”

      “Only that no one at Archard Enterprises likes Preston much, and that he’d been fooling around for years. Everybody knew, probably even Vic. Once the old man caught him, though, that was his ass.”

      “But he was demoted, not fired?” Del shook his head. “The old man should have kicked his butt and then run him out of town on a rail, but instead he transfers him to Raleigh?”

      Shock just grunted, in a familiar kind of acknowledgment.

      Del took a long drag on his cigarette. “Okay, the old man is screwed up. I already knew that. But if Lowell had been fooling around for years…why would Vic put up with that?”

      “Why don’t you just ask me?”

      He and Shock both turned their heads toward the kitchen doorway to find an irate Vic standing there, her hair curling wildly, her thick white robe cinched tight. She stepped toward Del and he tried to close the file. Too late. She saw her own picture.

      “Vic, baby…” he began.

      “Don’t you Vic, baby me,” she snapped, reaching out and taking the cigarette from his fingers, tossing it into his coffee cup. “And don’t smoke in my house!”

      Del glanced down at what was left of his cigarette floating in what was left of his coffee. What a waste. “Like it or not, you’re as much a part of this as I am.”

      “Yeah, right.” She crossed her arms over her chest. There was fire in her eyes, color in her cheeks and pink nail polish on her toes. What a woman. “I’m an artist. No matter how unhappy someone might be with a painting I do, they don’t try to blow me up!”

      “We have to cover every possibility.”

      “No, we don’t,” she said calmly. “Get out of my house before I call the police.” With that, she turned her back on him.

      “Nothing’s changed, Vic,” he called after her. “As soon as you’re dressed, we’ll go pick up the kid and find a safe place for you both.”

      “No, thank you.”

      “Fine, then,” he said, growing angry at her stubbornness. “Call the police. Someone there will surely talk. It’ll hit the newspapers, maybe even the noon news. And the next thing you know Tripp and Holly will know we didn’t go up with the warehouse and they’ll be back.”

      She spun on him. “It’ll be worth it to see you in jail.”

      “Jail?” Shock said. “Man, what did you do?”

      Del kept his eyes on Vic. “Nothing. Vic just has some mistaken ideas about what my life has been like. Isn’t that right, baby?”

      She turned red. “It doesn’t exactly take a genius to figure it out.”

      He reached into his back pocket, drew out his ID and flipped it open to display the badge. “DEA,” he said. “Did you figure that one out?”

      She stared at the badge from a distance. “Drug Enforcement Administration,” she said softly, obviously surprised. Her brow wrinkled, her lips thinned. “Why didn’t you tell me this yesterday?”

      He shrugged. “I work undercover. The idea is not to tell everyone in the world what I do.”

      She looked hurt, as if it pained her to be clumped in with everyone else in the world. Did she think she still meant something to him, that she was special? No, too many years had passed for that.

      “Del is the best,” Shock said, breaking an uncomfortable silence. “We’ve been partners for five years,” he added. “There was this one time—”

      “Not now,” Del interrupted.

      “Sure, man.”

      Del stared at an angry Vic. “Pack your bag and let’s get out of here.”

      “I don’t…”

      “What are you going to do the next time the doorbell rings, Vic? Hide? Take a chance and open the door on God knows what? Tripp and Holly might hire out the dirty work, since you’ve seen their faces. Anyone who comes to your door could be the bad guy, and next time they might decide to take your daughter, too.”

      Her face went white.

      “You saw them, you can testify against them, and they won’t forget that. We’re leaving in thirty minutes,” he added. “Whether you’re ready or not, whether you want to or not.” His own anger rose. “If I have to toss you over my shoulder and carry you out of here, I will. Don’t doubt it, Vic.”

      She gave him one last, less-than-warm look before turning her back on him. “I don’t doubt it at all.”

      They’d been riding in silence for more than an hour, Del concentrating on the road, Vic staring out the passenger window. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. She couldn’t stand another five hours of this.

      “We’re going to have to call a truce,” she said calmly.

      “What kind of truce?”

      Del was no happier with her than she was with him. She had no need to worry that he might complicate matters where Noelle was concerned. As soon as he could get rid of them both with a clear conscience, he would.

      “We’re both going to have to compromise.”

      “I’m already compromising,” he muttered. “I’m driving a freakin’ minivan.”

      Vic smiled. “We couldn’t get everything in your Jaguar and have room for Noelle in that tiny excuse for a back seat.”

      “I know.”

      “I’m sure your car will be safe in my garage.”

      He just mumbled.

      “So,” she continued. “Truce?”

      “Sure.”

      Del glanced at her and she smiled as if it didn’t hurt. There had been days when she prayed to be able to forget СКАЧАТЬ