Dawn Stewardson - Falling For The Enemy

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Unavoidable liason…Every Tuesday, Hayley Morgan drops off her six-year-old son, Max, at the baby-sitter's, then drives the deserted stretch of highway south from New Orleans to the maximum security prison where she works. Every Tuesday, Max waits out front at the baby-sitter's, eager for Hayley to return.One Tuesday, the routine isn't quite so smooth.Because Max disappears. He's been abducted. But there's one man–lawyer Slade Reeves–who can help her.He's Hayley's only link to Max. She knows she has to trust him, although he appears to be invovled with Max's kidnapping.Even worse, she starts falling for Slade…falling for the enemy.

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“It was more like he set my teeth on edge,” she told Peggy. “But yes, I’d say we’re talking about the same man.”

“Where did you meet him?”

“He walked into my office this morning and informed me that Billy Fitzgerald didn’t like his accommodations.”

Peggy laughed. “Well, Reeves should know. He’s the only lawyer in town with a client list of one. Or I guess it’s two at this point. We might have put Billy away, but so far it hasn’t stopped him from running the Irish Mafia. He’s just doing it through his son, Brendan, now. And I guess that means Reeves is acting as legal adviser to both of them.”

“Wait a minute, are you serious?”

“Hey, the world changes and the wise guys keep up. They’ve got legal advisers, financial advisers, certified public accountants—you name it.”

“Reeves works exclusively for Billy Fitzgerald?”

“I take it he didn’t mention this.”

“No, he didn’t.” And the fact that he was so close to Fitzgerald’s organized crime family—more like part of it, really, than close—made Hayley uneasier still about his visit.

She did her best to force the uneasiness away as Peggy continued.

“What a waste, huh? If he really did set your teeth on edge, you’re one of the few women in the city with that reaction. He’d probably get voted Most Eligible Bachelor in New Orleans if he wasn’t in bed with the bad guys. What exactly did he want?”

The question made Hayley hesitate. Sometimes, in her job, there was a fine line between what was confidential and what wasn’t. Still, she trusted Peggy, and she definitely wanted her take on the situation.

“He came to tell me,” she finally said, “that Fitzgerald is looking to transfer to a different prison.”

“Why?”

“The story is so that he can be in a rehab program.”

“What? They aren’t for lifers, are they?”

“No, and it gets better. Fitzgerald supposedly wants into one for the social contact.”

“Oh, puh-leeze. Like he wants to socialize with his fellow cons?”

Hayley almost smiled. Thus far, Peggy’s take was exactly the same as her own.

“I’m sure the real story is that, for some reason or other, Fitzgerald’s determined to get out of Poquette.”

“And you don’t know why?”

“No, but they had to come up with some explanation for a transfer request.”

“They came up with a pretty lame one. I wonder what Fitzgerald’s problem with the place is.”

“Me, too. But my problem is that they’re involving me in their game. A psychologist has to evaluate a prisoner’s mental health when he requests a transfer, and—”

“It’s going to be you, right?”

“Exactly. And Reeves is expecting me to recommend the transfer.”

“He said that?”

“He didn’t come right out and say ‘expecting,’ but there was no missing the message.”

Peggy was silent for a few seconds, then she said, “Does that have you worried?”

“I...yes, a little, now that you tell me he has friends in low places. But the final decision is the warden’s, not mine. I only give him my recommendation. And neither Fitzgerald nor Reeves will know what it is. So if the request’s turned down, which I’m certain it will be, they’ll have no way of knowing whether I—”

“Oh, Hayley, don’t play naive with me. Guys like those two can find out anything they want and you know it.”

“Maybe. But this isn’t the first time I’ve faced a little... subtle intimidation, shall we call it?”

“I could think of better terms,” Peggy muttered.

“Well, when you work with criminals this kind of thing comes with the territory, right? As a cop, you must see that all the time. I’ve never let anyone frighten me out of doing my job yet, however, and I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Yes, of course. I only... Well, this is a red-tape sort of thing, anyway, isn’t it. It’ll be forever before you have to assess Fitzgerald, so we can talk about it the next time we get together. But...”

“But what?” Hayley said uneasily.

“Look, I don’t think Reeves would get physical himself. Billy Fitz, on the other hand, has more than enough boys who play as rough as it takes. So if the good counselor pays you another visit I want you to call me.”

Once Hayley had promised that if Reeves showed up again Peggy would be the first to know, they chatted about their sons for a few minutes before hanging up.

It wasn’t ten seconds later that the phone rang again.

“Dr. Morgan,” Hayley said, answering it.

“Dr. Morgan, it’s Warden Armstrong at Poquette.”

“Yes, Warden?” A dryness settled in her throat. She had absolutely no doubt what he was calling about.

“You’ll be here in the morning, won’t you?”

“Yes. Tuesday’s my regular day.”

“Good, because Billy Fitzgerald’s filed an application for a transfer and he’s asked that you do the psych assessment. I want to give him a quick decision, so I’d like you to work the evaluation into your schedule tomorrow.”

CHAPTER TWO

HAYLEY HADN’T SLEPT WELL. Monsters wearing Sloan Reeves’s handsomely chiseled face had chased her through a series of nightmares, making it a relief when morning stole into her bedroom.

The first thing she did when she got up was phone Poquette and arrange to have Billy brought to the psych area at nine o’clock sharp. She might not know why Armstrong wanted to make a quick decision, but her job was to cooperate with him.

Naturally, Max picked this morning to dawdle. He usually ignored Satchmo’s game of always being on the wrong side of the door, but today he let the cat out and in three times before reluctantly sitting down at the table. Then he played a seemingly endless round of eenie-meenie before he decided which cereal he’d have.

Finally, she managed to get him to finish his breakfast and collect what he wanted for his day at the sitter’s.

After walking him and his pint-size two-wheeler the few houses down the street to Anne Kelly’s, she headed back to her car.

Despite Max’s delaying tactics she made it to the highway by 8:00 a.m. Once she started down the peninsula toward Poquette she was able to drive on automatic pilot.

The surrounding terrain was flat and wet—not completely barren but close to it—so the area wasn’t highly populated. That made for little traffic on the road, which gave her a chance to think through how she felt about this situation Sloan Reeves had dragged her into.

Peggy had been right in saying that prisons dealt with most requests from inmates at a snail’s pace. Armstrong’s asking for an immediate evaluation was highly unusual, and Hayley couldn’t help but wonder what leverage Reeves had used.

Regardless of how he’d done it, she was annoyed that he had Armstrong jumping through hoops. She didn’t like the idea of any prisoner, or his lawyer, having the power to force a warden into giving preferential treatment.

Force.

As the word repeated itself in her mind, she realized she shouldn’t assume Armstrong was jumping through hoops at all. She’d had enough contact with him to know that, like most wardens, he was hardly the type of man who’d let himself be intimidated.

Of course, bribery was always a possibility, although she seriously doubted Armstrong could be bought. In fact, she could readily imagine him throwing Reeves out on his ear if he tried either intimidation or bribery. So why this big rush?

Quite possibly, she’d never know. Armstrong wasn’t obliged to give her any explanations. When it came to things at Poquette, he was in complete charge. Which, in this case, was definitely a good thing.

As Peggy had said, if Reeves or Fitzgerald wanted to find out what Hayley recommended, they could. So it was just as well they were aware that the ultimate decision on a transfer wasn’t hers. Because, at least based on what she knew to this point, there was no way she could recommend one. Not with a clear conscience.

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