Radclyffe - Sheltering Dunes

“I’d do the same.”

Next to her, Allie shifted slightly in her chair. Parker never moved a muscle.

“Butler—Gonzales—is a target,” Conlon went on. “Her best chance of getting out of this alive is for us to be all over her. So—whatever it takes, we do.”

Parker stirred. “So, Mitchell, you’ll be undercover? How is that going to work?”

“You didn’t get a chance to meet Mitch,” Dell said. “If Mia goes for it, Mitch will hook up with her in the bar tonight and go home with her.”

“Girlfriend?” Bri said, looking surprised.

Dell grinned. “No, boyfriend.”

Parker shot Allie a glance. “How is that going to play with Flynn?”

“Flynn’s out of it.” Allie turned to Dell. “What if Mica’s been watched and they know about Flynn? Will they believe her hooking up with Mitch?”

“A lot of the La Mara girls fool around with other girls,” Dell said. “The guys don’t take it seriously—they think it’s hot. They’ll find Mitch just as believable as Flynn.”

“That’s going to piss Hector off big-time if he gets wind of it,” Allie said.

“Yeah,” Dell said. “It’ll turn up the heat on her a lot faster and probably make them move on her right away. They might get careless. That will work for us.”

A muscle along the edge of Allie’s jaw quivered. “You really are likely to get her killed.”

“Not going to happen,” Dell said. “I don’t plan on letting her out of my sight. In a few hours, Mitch is going to be her new main man.”

*

Philadelphia—The Badlands

Hector muted the ballgame and picked up his cell phone. “What?”

“Sorry, boss,” Carmen said. “We got a little problem.”

“Fuck,” Hector muttered. “Who do I have to kill?”

“We sent Ramirez up to look for Mia—”

“Yeah, I know. To that bumfuck place in Massachusetts, right?”

“Right.”

“So?”

“He thought he had her a couple days ago, but it turns out it was just some girl that looked like her.”

“Dumb motherfucker. Did you pull him off?”

“He said he was sure she was there. Swore he’d seen her working in some dyke bar.”

“Dyke bar, huh? I always thought she liked pussy, but she never sampled any I know of.”

“He says she got tight with some other girl. He was already there, so I figured he might as well check it out.”

“And? Is it her?”

“Ah—probably.”

Hector scratched his balls, getting more irritated by the second. “Just spit it out, cocksucker.”

“Ramirez tried for the girl he thought was Mia—he didn’t get her. She got away.” Carmen coughed. “She got his knife. She stuck him with it.”

“You gotta be fucking kidding me! Where the fuck is he?”

“He’s holed up somewhere up there. I think he’s afraid to come back.”

Hector smiled. Maybe Ramirez wasn’t as stupid as he thought. “Did the cops make him?”

“He says no. He got away before they showed up, but they took Mia with them. If she talks—”

“She knows better than that.” But he wasn’t sure. Mia had run away, and he hadn’t expected that. She knew way too much to be left alive, and if Ramirez had brought the cops down on her, she might cave. “You head up there—you personally. I want this taken care of right away, and this time for good. You feel me?”

“I hear you,” Carmen said.

Hector hung up, turned the game back on, and called out for Angelita, one of the seasoned girls, to get her ass in there. Angelita had a good mouth, but he was going to miss Mia.

Chapter Twenty-seven

Flynn pulled into the lot of the rescue station half an hour after Mica disappeared with Allie and Bri. The sheriff’s department was across the street, and she couldn’t help but look over, wondering if she shouldn’t just walk in and say that she wanted to talk to Mica. If they wouldn’t let her see Mica, she could sit there and wait until Mica was finished and they released her. They had to release her. Anything else would be unthinkable. Mica might have lived with crime, might have been part of a criminal social organization, but she wasn’t a criminal. There must be some room in the justice system for those who were neither perpetrators nor victims, but casualties of a world in which power and violence ruled above law and humanity. A world where the only currency with which to purchase survival was your soul.

She was amazed that Mica’s soul had survived after so many years of subjugation, but Mica’s humanity was very much intact. She had experienced Mica’s tenderness in every touch. Mica had sacrificed herself for others, and that made her a hero in Flynn’s eyes. Mica was so strong, but she wasn’t superhuman. She shouldn’t be alone now. Flynn couldn’t abandon her, no matter what Mica had sa—

“You’re a little early, aren’t you?” Dave asked, walking out through the open vehicle bay behind her.

Flynn caught herself in mid-step, realizing she’d been halfway across the lot on her way to the sheriff’s department. Headed for Mica. “Hi. I didn’t think you’d be here. You working a double?”

“Yeah, I need the overtime. Wife’s pregnant again.”

He said it like it was a problem, but his grin was huge.

“Congratulations.”

“Thanks—so what are you doing here? Aren’t you on sick leave?”

“I was going to ask you and Wheeler if you wanted some extra shifts—if I need a little more time,” Flynn said. She could take a few days off until her ribs were less tender, but she wasn’t sure that would be enough time for her to figure out what she was doing with the rest of her life.

“Sure, I could use the hours. Wheeler’s inside.” Dave put his hands in his pockets and rocked slowly back and forth, his expression one that said he was waiting for her to say something else.

What could she say? That she’d made a mistake, more than one, and she kept repeating them? That she’d gone astray once again, when it mattered more than ever? Mica’s words kept running through her mind, tormenting her with their truth. The pain she’d been able to set aside during the moments she was with Mica had come flooding back when Mica turned away. The worst agony, though, came from knowing she had learned nothing from Debbie’s death. She knew her weaknesses and still she had not been able to change. She’d tried so hard to give Mica the support she needed, but maybe Mica was right. Maybe all she really wanted was to satisfy her own needs.

“You doing okay?” Dave asked.

Flynn jumped. “What? Oh. Yeah—I’m fine.”

“Well, you know, I’ve got your back.”

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”

“And Flynn,” Dave called as she started into the stationhouse, “I know you’ve got mine. Never doubted it.”

Flynn stopped and turned. “Thanks. That means a lot.”

He waved her off, looking uncomfortable. “Yeah, yeah. So take care of business and get back here.”

“Will do.” Flynn found Wheeler, arranged for coverage, and climbed into her car. She headed west on Route 6, figuring it would take her three hours if traffic was light. As she drove, she thought about telling Dave she’d be back. She wondered if she would. But then if she didn’t return, where could she go where once she arrived, she wouldn’t still be alone with her memories and her regrets? And if she left, she would never see Mica again. The ache in her chest expanded until she couldn’t take a full breath.

Time passed slowly. She kept thinking about Mica, wondering if she was free yet. Wondering if Mica would stay around once Allie let her go. She doubted it. La Mara had found Mica, there was no doubt about that. That morning even she had half expected the knock on her door to be followed by someone shouldering through and demanding to know Mica’s whereabouts. Mica had to know she was no longer safe, and she would do what she’d been doing since she’d escaped. She would disappear again.