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looking for firepower.”
    “Yes, but like I said, after our chat by my
car, I’m no longer looking for that. Not from you.”
    “And who’s gonna take your back in this
crusade, Roc? ‘Cause trust me, sweetcheeks, you go in without
backup, you are gonna be fucked.”
    Her face turned to marble before her lips
moved. “I’ll be fine.”
    “You’ll be fucked.”
    She leaned in again. “I’ll be fine. ”
    “Lotsa reasons a dirty cop goes dirty. But
unlike a criminal, he’s got more reasons not to get caught. He gets
caught, he loses everything. He loses face, he loses family, he
loses respect, he loses his badge, he loses his career and he goes
to a place he does not wanna go. Boys in prison, they don’t like
cops. He’s either dead or he’ll wanna be. That means a dirty cop
who hasn’t made all he needs to break away clean and disappear is
gonna get antsy when he feels heat. And by antsy, I mean desperate. ”
    When she replied, she did it quickly and
quietly. “I know that.”
    “I know you know that which makes me wonder,
your Dad uses a cane when it rains but is reminded every day when
he wakes up alone, why you’d put that shit out there for him to
experience again.”
    He heard her suck in breath.
    Merry told him to go easy on her but he had
no intention of doing that. Too much was at stake.
    “Carson Fisher was dead three days after he
was sent down,” he reminded her.
    “Layne –”
    “Shiv to the gut, they didn’t twist it, they
yanked it straight through him, straight through his heart. He bled
out about a second after he hit the ground.”
    “Be quiet,” she whispered.
    Layne wasn’t quiet. “Your Mom went down so
he could avoid that.”
    “Be quiet, ” she whispered louder.
    “Your Dad went down for the same
reason.”
    “Stop it, Layne.”
    “ I went down six weeks ago for the
same fuckin’ reason, Rocky.”
    Her arms uncrossed, she leaned forward
sharply and she yelled, “ Stop it, Layne! ”
    “Merry doesn’t want you out there with
Rutledge and I figure your Dad doesn’t know about this but if he
did, he wouldn’t want you out there either.”
    “You forget, Layne, that Dad knew exactly
what you’re telling me and he still stayed on Fisher,” she shot
back.
    “True enough but he had no idea he was
puttin’ more than his ass on the line. You asked him now, I bet
he’d tell you he’d stand down.”
    “Then you don’t know my father very well,”
she returned.
    He had to admit, she was probably right
about that. She was also wrong about it.
    “He fucked up,” Layne told her.
    “He did not, he did the right thing. Shit
like that happens to cops every day. He knew the score, so did
Mom.”
    “You sure about that?”
    “Absolutely.”
    “Got yourself all talked into it, then,” he
noted.
    “Go to hell, Layne.”
    “Sweetcheeks, your Dad thought Cecilia or
you were in danger, he would have done things differently.”
    “He wouldn’t stand down.”
    “No, but he would have made you safe.”
    She tossed her hair then said, “You’re
right. That’s a good idea, Layne. I’ll let Dad in on this. He won’t
like it, it’ll probably piss him off, but, like Merry, and you, he
won’t stop me but at least he’ll be in the know and he can do what
he wants with that knowledge.”
    “Merry’s right, you’re smart. None of us can
out you which means none of us can stop you. You got us all
cornered.”
    She didn’t reply, just stood there and
glared at him.
    “Problem with that is, if I remember the
story right, your Dad talked to your Mom. The deal was, something
happened to him, she took what he left her to the cops. That’s why,
after Fisher dropped your Dad, he went for your Mom.”
    He watched her face get pale as she
swallowed but she didn’t speak or lose the fire in her eyes.
    “Now, it’s the other way around,” Layne
continued. “See, he’s guessin’ now, which boy enlightened me. He
can’t be sure and he can’t ask questions. So he’s