Deacon Johns by Ciana Stone

Author:Ciana Stone [Stone, Ciana]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Thirteen

Etta yelled for Deacon to enter when he tapped on the screen door. She was in the kitchen and pulled a pitcher of iced tea from the refrigerator and fixed them both a glass. “Have a seat,” she said over her shoulder.

The pages from his report were on the table. She carried the tea and offered a glass to Deacon, then took a seat. He looked at the pages, but didn’t touch them.

“Why did you do that?”

He looked at it and then her. “Does it matter?”

“Do you have any idea what a mess you’ve made? Someone had been asking questions and alerted the Marshals, which had prompted them to contact Ranger Childress and have him visit Mica.”

“What?”

“You shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why?”

“Because—because you shouldn’t. Shit.” She rose and paced beside the table, muttering, “Shit, shit, shit.” She had to figure this out.

“What the hell are you going on about?”

Etta picked up the pages and flipped through them. She’d already read every page and knew what she was looking for. When she hit page four, she found it.

She looked at Deacon. “It says the building she lived in and the place she worked are both owned by the Julliani family, reported to be part of the Mafia.”

“And that no one can ever remember seeing her at the cleaners where she supposedly worked or that shit-hole apartment,” he pointed out.

Etta nodded. “I think you should get on the computer and run a search on the Julliani family.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

“Where’s your laptop or tablet?”

Etta went over to the counter by the door, unplugged her iPad from the charger, and handed it to Deacon. He accepted and started typing, two-finger style.

“They are definitely Mafia, if these news stories are true,” he said. “The old man is at war with a rival family after the death of his son Tony and Tony’s wife, some Romanian woman.”

“Are there photos?”

Deacon cut her a look, then poked on the tablet some more. She saw his expression change and felt his surprise.

“This is her.” He turned the tablet to face her. “Mica. It’s her or her twin.” He continued to scroll, scanning the images Etta had seen earlier. “This is definitely her.”

“But it can’t be her, can it? The woman in those photos was killed.”

Deacon suddenly stood. “I have to go.”

“Where?” Etta asked and followed as he headed for the door.

He didn’t bother to answer, but she knew. He was going to Mica’s. The shit was about to hit the fan and she didn’t know who was more at fault, her or Deacon, but one thing was for sure, Mica was going to feel betrayed by people who supposedly cared about her.

And Etta didn’t blame her one bit.

*****

Mica was emotionally wrung out after telling Etta about her life, but still tense and wound up, like she was waiting for something horrible to happen. She needed something to get rid of energy.

She knew of one way to wear herself out and quickly changed into old jeans that slunk low on her hips, a sports bra, and old work boots.

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