Drop Dead, Gorgeous by MaryJanice Davidson

Author:MaryJanice Davidson [Davidson, MaryJanice]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-7582-6190-8
Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corp.
Published: 2007-11-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Nine years ago

Kevin sat down across from his little brother.

They had been given a private room, ostensibly not bugged, but of course they both knew better. Not that Benny would think twice about shooting his mouth off.

“So, you gonna do it?” he said by way of greeting.

“Benny. Not only did you knock over all those ATMs with a butter knife, but you got caught on camera each time.”

His brother scowled, looking like a younger, jowlier version of Richard Nixon. “I never looked straight at the camera.”

“Not to mention, you’ve got the millions that dad gave us when you came of age, so there’s absolutely no reason to rob anybody. At all. And yet, that’s what you do. It’s what you always do.”

“Yeah, it’s hard to get your hands on some cash on a Friday night.”

“You could just use your ATM card on a Friday night.”

“Well. Uh.”

Kevin rubbed his temples. “What.”

“All my money’s tied up in oil wells in New York.”

“There are no oil wells in New York.”

“Not yet,” his brother said, winking slyly.

God, God, help me not to strangle him … give me strength … “You pissed away all your money on a scam,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

“Look, if you just testify that we were together that night—”

And the night of the nineteenth. And the twenty- second. And the thirtieth. And the third. And the ninth. And the eleventh. And—”

“So, you gonna?”

“Benny, listen carefully. I told Daddy and I told Mama and I told both of you boys and now I’m telling you again: I’m out. I’m not helping you. I’m one of the good guys. Get it?”

His brother looked vague. “No.”

“I. Am. A. Good. Guy. I. Can’t. Help. You.”

“Yeah, but that’s part of your secret plan, right?”

“My secret plan to go straight.”

“So.” His brother seemed to be having trouble following. Which meant it was a day of the week that ended with a Y The twins were admirably following in the Stone family footsteps. “You’re not gonna testify?”

“Little brother, I’m gonna be in the wind about five minutes after I leave this rathole.”

His brother brightened. “Then maybe Tommy can—”

“He’s prepping his own trial.”

“Yeah, well. Our lawyers say—”

Kevin got up. “I don’t want to hear it.” He knocked on the locked door and once again squashed the urge to choke his brother. “A butter knife, for God’s sake?”

Benny shuddered. “After the way we grew up? I fuckin’ hate guns. Don’t tell Mama I swore.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, and left when the guard opened the door.

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