A Cat Dupree Complete Collection: Nine Lives ; Cut Throat ; Bad Penny by Sharon Sala

Author:Sharon Sala [Sala, Sharon]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781488099113
Publisher: MIRA Books
Published: 2018-01-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Brothers Houston and Jimmy Franks had finally bonded out of jail, no thanks to Wilson McKay, and now Jimmy had transferred all his anger at the system to Wilson, refusing to consider that they’d gotten themselves into their own messes. They’d spent the last four hours staking out Wilson’s office, but he’d never showed. It wasn’t until Wilson’s secretary left the office with an armful of papers that they decided they’d gotten their break.

They followed LaQueen all the way downtown, watched her go in and out of the county courthouse, stop off at the cleaners, then head back uptown, ostensibly to the bond office. It wasn’t until they saw her pull over to the curb in front of a café that they realized she was meeting with McKay. They watched as Wilson got out of his car and went to meet her.

“There he is,” Houston said, and hunkered down in the car so McKay wouldn’t spot him.

Jimmy was reaching for the coffee cup sitting on the dash when Houston spoke. He looked away just long enough to knock the coffee over, then caught hell from Houston because the liquid rolled into the defroster vents by the window.

“Damn it, Jimmy! Watch what you’re doin’,” Houston yelled.

Jimmy began mopping at the spill with a T-shirt he grabbed from the floorboard.

“It was an accident,” Jimmy snapped. “And if we’re supposed to be watchin’ McKay unobserved, then you might want to shut the fuck up. They can hear you all the way across the street.”

Houston glared, then looked back. McKay was nowhere to be seen.

“Where did he go?” Houston muttered.

Jimmy took a last swipe at the dash, then shrugged, unable to do a thing about the liquid that had dripped into the vents. He tossed the T-shirt in the back, then rubbed his hands on his pant legs as he looked up. He stared around for a few moments, then pointed.

“There he is…inside that café. See? Ain’t that him there, with his back to the window?”

“Oh. Yeah. I see him. Damn shame I don’t have a piece with me. I’d pop a cap in his back, then we’d see who was in charge. Big son of a bitch…had you arrested and left me to rot in jail. And after I wasted my phone call on him an’ all.”

“Yeah. And that big bitch he’s got for a secretary. She’s got hers comin’, too.”

“Yeah,” Houston muttered.

Jimmy was fidgeting. He needed a drink, and he needed a fix. Spending all that time in jail had set him on a path to withdrawal that he didn’t intend to follow.

“Come on, Houston, let’s go. I need to score me some meth.”

Houston Franks hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah, all right. We know we can find him anytime we want. I’m thinkin’ I could do with a beer or two myself.”

Houston started the car, and with one last look at the table where Wilson was sitting, they pulled out into traffic and drove away.

* * *

Wilson sat impatiently in the café, waiting for a man named John Tiger.

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