Dirty Rotten Liar by Noire

Author:Noire
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2013-05-14T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 22

Viceroy looked pretty damn decent for an oil blast victim, and the fact that he had come up out of his coma was cool and all, but Digger Ducane didn’t drive all the way to Austin because he gave a hot goddamn about his brother-in-law. Hell no. He had come down to Austin to try to save his own ass.

He had called his sister Selah to see if she was still mad about him crossing enemy lines to work for Rodney Ruddman, and as soon as she answered the phone he could tell right off the bat that, yep, she was still pissed.

“Hey sis.” He’d started out trying to smooth talk her like everything was everything and they were still all the way cool. “I heard Viceroy is out of his coma! God is good all the time, ain’t he?”

“What do you want, Duncan?”

Oh, hell yeah. She was pissed all right. Selah hadn’t called him Duncan since he was twelve damn years old!

“Pilar told me about the barbeque,” he’d said, throwing his daughter’s name in the mix because he knew his sister was a sucker for her niece. “I was just wondering if I could bum a ride down to Austin with the rest of the family.”

Digger made sure he put a lotta weight behind that last word. Family. Him and Selah were family and she needed to remember that shit. They had the exact same blood running through their veins, and no matter what went down between them, blood was always gonna be thicker than mud.

“Sorry,” Selah had said coldly. “The business jet is full. If you want to come to Austin you’re going to have to drive down.”

That was some bullshit and Digger knew it, but he had waited for Pilar to get ready, then stuffed his fat gut behind the wheel of his Caddy and driven the two hours south anyway.

Viceroy was a big willie in the great state of Texas, and a lakeside ’que thrown in his honor had pulled a helluva turnout. Sitting under an umbrella table and sipping from an icy glass of vodka and orange juice, Digger looked around at the huge crowd of drinking and picnicking folks and felt a little lonely.

He had put in close to thirty years with Dominion Oil, and almost everybody out there had either ran the streets with him in the past or had been his close business associate or friend.

But all that shit had changed in a hurry when he defected from Dominion Oil and jumped in bed with their main competitor, Ruddman Energy. Yeah, Digger knew it took some real big Brooklyn balls for him to show his face in this crowd today, but he wasn’t no grimier than those Dominions were. Besides, according to Pilar, Viceroy had woken up with a couple of screws loose. Hell, his marbles were bouncing around in his damn head so bad that they hadn’t even told him about Digger leaving the company yet.

Digger sighed and swigged a mouthful of liquor.

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