Texas Homecoming (18 page)

"Sure will, Luke." As Luke expected, Bax's eyes lit up at the prospect. Good. Poor fellow needed something on his mind besides his mother and the trouble she was heading into.

"And try not to worry. Everything's gonna be fine. I always keep my promises."

Nodding, Baxter released his neck. But then, impulsively, he grabbed on again and leaned in close, and whispered, "I wish you were my dad." He hugged hard then let Luke go, and, turning, ran back to the house with Bubba at his side. They stopped at the porch to pick up the fishing poles they'd left leaning there. Luke glanced toward Chelsea, but not right at her. He didn't think he'd ever been so close to shedding tears in his life— definitely not since he'd been Baxter's age himself. "You'll keep an eye on them around the water, won't you? I mean, I don't know if Bax can swim, and..."

Chelsea smiled wide. "Gee, you're starting to sound like Jasmine. Don't you worry, Luke. They aren't getting out of my sight."

He nodded, and finally turned and got into the SUV. He had to, because his eyes were burning more every time anyone opened their mouth. And what Baxter had whispered so desperately into his ear just now had hit him like a freight train. Because the response that had leaped to his lips was, "Me too." And he realized that he meant it.

Ben drove, since it was his vehicle, and Luke sat beside him in the front In the middle set of seats with Wes, Garrett manned a cell phone, using his authority as sheriff to check with the airlines to be sure Jasmine hadn't booked a flight to Chicago. If she had, they would have to follow suit to catch up to her. When he finished speaking, he said, "No tickets bought to anywhere in Jasmine's name or Jenny Lee's. She has to be driving."

"That's good news," Elliot said. He was in the third row of seats, the one farthest back, his arms braced on the back of the seat in front of him, and his head leaning forward, between Garrett and Wes. "We might be able to catch her."

"She couldn't have left much before dawn," Luke told them. "I was...um...awake till then. And she had to walk past me to get out of the house."

"Why don't you fill us in on what you know, Luke?" Garrett asked. "I assume you at least have an idea of where to look once we hit Chicago."

Luke nodded. "Jasmine worked at a club called The Catwalk," he said. "Bax says they stopped on the way to take him to his last day of school so she could pick up her paycheck. She told him to stay in the car, but he got out climbed up on some trash cans and looked in through a window. He says he saw three men in a room. One of them pulled out a gun and shot another one in the head."

Wes whistled long and low.

"Oh, it gets worse. Bax was so scared he fell, knocking the trash cans down. It made a hell of a racket, and he ran for all he was worth back to the car. The two guys came out the back door of the building, and Bax says one of them shot at him."

"Heartless bastard," Elliot muttered.

"You can say that again. Anyway, Jasmine came running, threw a brick at the shooter, and only managed to piss him off more. He turned the gun on her then, which I imagine, knowing Jasmine, was her intention all along."

Ben nodded. "Yep. To take the shooter's attention off Bax. Damn, she's a hell of a woman, Luke."

Luke nodded. "You'll get no argument from me on that score. At any rate, Bax put the car into gear and it shot forward. Jasmine jumped in, pushed Bax down on the floor and hightailed it out of there. Bax said they were going to go home, pick up Jasmine's roommate—another dancer who went by the name of Rosebud—and take off. Rosebud, by the way, was really Jenny Lee Walker. But when they got there, there were police cars outside, and they were carrying a body out of the building with a sheet over it. Bax said her hand fell free, and he saw it and knew it was Rosebud, and that she was dead. He also saw the cop who seemed to be in charge of things—and he swears it was the same guy who tried to kill him back at the club. He says his mother saw the man, too, and he thought that was why she was so scared."

Garrett nodded slowly, taking it all in. "Was Bax able to explain how Jasmine got hold of Rosebud's ID, and that packet from her lawyer?"

Luke nodded. "He said Rosebud asked his mom to pick up her bag from the club while she was there picking up her check. Said Rosebud was forgetful—was always leaving her purse everywhere and having to go back for it. I'm assuming the envelope from the lawyer was there with it. The address on it was in care of The Catwalk, and I wondered about that from the first time I saw it."

"So the question is," Wes said slowly, "why the hell did they murder the roommate?"

"I've been wondering that myself," Luke said. "But it's possible they didn't see Jasmine up close enough to know for sure who she was. If they looked around the place to see who'd been there, they'd have found both women's checks gone, and Rosebud's bag, as well. It could have been either one of them."

"So they decided to just murder them both, to be safe?" Elliot asked.

"And the little boy, too," Luke said. "But when Jasmine and Bax got away, they decided to frame Jasmine for her best friend's murder. That's what I found in the computer last night. A warrant for her arrest. God knows it couldn't have taken much. Not when Rosebud's wallet her latest paycheck, her credit cards and her roommate all turned up missing at once. They had to know they'd find those things on Jasmine when she finally turned up, making her look even more guilty."

"Sure," Garrett said. "What better way to see to it they got their hands on her again than to put out a warrant on her? Especially on a murder charge. She'd be hunted down by law enforcement, brought back to Chicago as a prisoner and her son as a ward of the state. Easy prey at that point. For a man who calls himself a cop, anyway."

Luke felt a darkness settle over his heart. "And now she's decided to face these animals all on her own. If they hurt her, I swear..."

Garrett's hand closed on his shoulder from behind. "We'll get there in time, Luke."

"Yeah," Luke said softly. "Yeah. We have to."

SHE DROVE FOR NEARLY TWENTY-FOUR
hours straight through, stopping briefly at an all night convenience store before she hit the club. She used the store's rest room mirror and most of the makeup in her bag, and she changed clothes. She needed to look like the same Jasmine who'd run away from here. But she didn't feel the same. Something...something had changed.

The club was dim when she arrived. Chairs upside down atop tables, nothing but ghosts inside. And Leo. He came out from the back, onto the main floor, never looking up to see her standing there, just inside the door, waiting. Jasmine had taken her time, made sure he was alone, before she'd come inside. Leo moved behind the bar, started wiping glasses and lining them up one by one. One of his early-morning rituals that always took place hours and hours before opening time. She'd known exactly where to find him.

Her high heels clicked with purpose as she stepped toward him, and Leo looked up from his task, spotting her at last. He looked as surprised as if he'd spotted Elvis coming toward him.

"Hello, Leo."

He smiled slyly. "Welcome back, Jasmine." He set down the glass he'd been polishing and slung the towel over his shoulder. "Where you been?"

"Around."

He shrugged, and one hand slipped out of sight beneath the counter. Jasmine brought her gun around in front of her. "Uh-uh-uh. Keep your palms flat to the bar, boss. Where I can see them."

Leo swallowed hard, his gaze focused on her gun, his Adam's apple bulging. "Just take it easy," he said. His palms slid flat to the bar's gleaming surface. "I know you're probably upset about Rosebud. Hell, we all are. You know, they think you did it."

"Lucky for me you know I didn't."

"Well sure I do! I never believed it for a minute, Jasmine. I tried to tell the cops that but—"

"Come out from behind the bar," she snapped, using the gun's barrel to direct him as he moved. "Right here. Take a couple chairs down so we can sit and have a talk." She reached behind her and turned the dead bolt lock on the front door. She knew the back one would be locked. It was almost always locked. Only opened from the inside. She stepped forward, waited for Leo to sit, and when he did, she sat down opposite him. Out of his reach, though.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"The dirty cop you're mixed up with, for starters. The one who shot the undercover Fed in your office last week. Petronella. What's his first name? Gianni?"

Leo's brows slammed down hard. "So it
was
you out there in the alley."

"It was me. You didn't see me?"

He shook his head. "Just the kid." Then he looked up fast. "It wasn't me takin' shots at your kid, Jasmine. It was him. I wouldn't hurt a kid. You know that."

"I didn't see you trying to stop him."

"He'd have
popped me
if I had."

"Oh, hell, in that case, sure. Let him off a little boy. Who wouldn't? Besides anyone with a soul."

Leo's eyes narrowed. "Is that gun even loaded?"

"You wanna find out?"

He went silent.

"So that's why you killed Rosebud. We shared the car, and Bax was with her as often as with me. You had no clue which one of us witnessed the murder."

"I didn't have anything to do with...with what happened to Rosebud," Leo said.

"No?"

"No!"

"Then how did the bastard know where we lived?"

Leo lowered his head, averted his eyes. "Look, I don't like the guy any better than you do. But I don't have any choice but to deal with him."

"Why?"

He looked up slowly. "He's a cop. He could shut me down if he wanted to. You know damn well some of the girls take customers upstairs after a show."

"And you get a cut of the take."

"It's my bar."

Jasmine nodded. "And then there's the gambling."

"You know about that?"

She nodded once. "Every Saturday night in the back room, midnight till dawn. Sure I know about it. Everybody knows about it."

Sighing, Leo said, "Yeah, everybody. Including Gianni Petronella. When he found out about that he upped the payment plan. Started demanding more and more of a payoff to look the other way, and even started showing up some weekends to play cards with the customers. And then this new kid came along. Terry Peck. Became a regular before we knew it. And he turned out to be a Fed."

"So you guys decided to kill him? Leo, do you have any idea how insane that is?"

"I didn't know Gianni was gonna pop the guy, I swear! He said we would meet with him in my office. Talk to him. When he pulled out that gun and put a bullet in him, I couldn't even believe it."

Nodding slowly, Jasmine said, "Looks like you're in over your head, Leo. So am I. But I'll tell you what. We're gonna help each other out of it."

"Oh, no," Leo said. "I'm not making a move against Petronella. You think I wanna end up like that Fed? No way, I won't do it."

"Yes, you will, Leo. Because I've got sworn testimony sitting in a lawyer's office right now. I've written down everything I know, and I got friends to sign off on it, backing me up. If you don't do exactly what I tell you, it's going to the D.A. And you're going down. Not just for the gambling and the prostitution, Leo. But for killing a federal agent. I was there. I saw it. You understand?"

He shook his head. "I should've let him kill you."

"You didn't do a damn thing to stop him from killing me. My kid did that."

"Yeah, there you go, what about your kid? You make a move like this, Gianni Petronella will take his revenge out oh him. You know that, don't you? The guy's ruthless."

"My kid is in a place where a dozen guys like Gianni Petronella couldn't get at him. He's safe, Leo. But you aren't. Not unless you play this my way. We'll bring Petronella down. And we'll do it together. Or else. All right?"

Lowering his head, Leo swore a long streak. Then, finally, he lifted his head again, met her eyes and said, "What do you want me to do?"

"First," she said, stiffening her resolve, calling up all her courage, "I need my old job back."

IT WAS A LONG, TENSE
drive, with stops only when absolutely necessary. They hit Chicago with little more than the name of the strip club and the directions Lash had written out for them. It took a road map and a telephone book to get more precise about locale, and a short while later, they were there. They parked next to the curb, in front of the brick building with the red door and a neon silhouette of a nude woman in the window over the words The Catwalk. The window was dark. There wasn't another vehicle in sight

"I'll check out back," Wes said, getting out of the car. Without a word, Elliot got out and went with him. Luke nodded vaguely at them, and went to the front entrance. But it was locked, and he couldn't see much at all through the windowpane.

Behind him, Garrett said, "We should have expected this, Luke. Places like this don't open till the sun goes down. Eight o'clock according to the sign there."

Luke grated his teeth to keep from shouting obscenities. Dammit, where was Jasmine? What the hell was she doing? She could be hurt...or worse, and he would never know.

"Back's deserted. No cars, no lights, the place is locked up tight," Elliot said as he and Ben came back around the comer

"We're just gonna have to wait it out, Luke," Ben told him gently.

"There has to be a way we can find her. Let's check the apartment where she used to live. The neighborhood. We can drive around." He stopped there, knowing how useless it would be. They would never find Jasmine in a place this big, not unless she wanted to be found. At least, not until she came back to the club. And Luke was certain she would.

Garrett herded them all back into the car. They spent the longest day of Luke's life chasing shadows, and they didn't find Jasmine. Of course they didn't. He'd known they wouldn't. And still it damn near killed him to stop hunting, even to go back to the club.

But things got considerably worse when, as they finally headed back to the club in order to be there when it opened, the SUV blew a tire.