Chasing Silver Part 16

He hoped by now Remy would have contacted Isaac. He knew Isaac would immediately start looking for him, and given the recent trouble with Tian, he'd start checking his informants. But he hoped Isaac had the good sense to get Remy out of Kirsten's reach. The woman was powerless without Remy, and frustrated. That combination could lead to weakness.

Several minutes dragged by. He sensed Cesar in the hallway, his sly mouth twisted in an impatient grin. He'd want to make a big entrance, want to put Nathan on edge. He didn't know as much about Cesar as he did Tian, but he knew enough. Cesar had done his first stint in juvie at age eleven-three months for stealing a car. The sentences and the offenses had only s...o...b..lled after that. Eight months here for breaking and entering, fifteen months there for attempted rape, a full two years for a.s.saulting a police officer.

He had disappeared for several years after his eighteenth birthday, only to turn up again in Los Angeles as Tian's right-hand man. Though his record as an adult was more or less clean-he had gotten smart in the intervening years-Nathan knew what he was capable of. He wouldn't be surprised if Cesar tortured animals in his spare time.

And he knew for a fact Cesar didn't give a f.u.c.k about Remy, Kirsten Henryk, or the d.a.m.ned Silver Maiden. He was there for his own purposes, and Kirsten only thought they aligned with hers. It didn't matter what Cesar had planned, Nathan wasn't going to tell him anything.

Finally, Cesar slipped into the room, his smile identical to the one Nathan had imagined. He was carrying a clothes basket br.i.m.m.i.n.g with all sorts of items. Nathan thought he saw some clothes hangers, a few boxes of soap, lemon juice, and a long, black cord, among other things.

"Nathan. I have been dying to see you," Cesar greeted.

"I'm surprised you're already back on your feet. I thought it would take more than a few days to heal from a wound like that."

"I have a strong const.i.tution," Cesar said, taking the items out of his basket and placing them on top of the dresser.

Nathan watched for a moment before asking, "Did you come in here to clean? I'd help, but..."

Cesar looked over his shoulder, his eyes flat. "They wouldn't let me leave to get my supplies. So I had to make do. It is amazing how many common household items will work in a pinch. The average American leads a very dangerous life."

"Indeed," Nathan murmured, his skin crawling.

Cesar pulled a pair of wire snippers from his back pocket and cut one of the hangers. He pulled the wire straight, holding the very sharp edge up to the light. "Ready?"

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

More than once, Isaac repeated his instructions in the car. "Mouth shut, eyes open." He said it so many times, Remy was ready to stuff his phone down his throat by the time he pulled the car to a stop in the crowded parking lot.

Her brows shot up as she stared at the gla.s.s-fronted building. A bookstore.

When Isaac tapped on her window, Remy jumped. She hadn't even heard him get out of the car.

"We don't have all day." He stepped back, allowing her room to open her door. His eyes were hidden behind his shades, but his mouth was still drawn into a tight line as he lifted a warning finger. "And don't-"

"f.u.c.k this up. Got it." She slammed the door, ignoring his scowl. "Any other words of wisdom you want to impart?"

For a moment, Isaac looked like he was going to snap at her again. She had no idea why she was goading him as much as she was-well, that was a little bit of a lie; she pushed because he'd pushed first-but she knew sooner or later, she was going to have to stop. Isaac meant the world to Nathan, and if Remy wanted a chance for them to have any kind of future together, she was going to have to learn how to play nice.

Of course, they had to get Nathan back first. They would. Failure was not an option.

The store loomed large and empty around them as she followed Isaac through the faux wood trimmed doors. Lights bright and many scored the warehouse ceiling, while row after row of shelved books stretched to the back of the store.

The scent of brewing coffee made her stomach rumble.

Isaac glanced back over his shoulder. "Didn't you have breakfast?"

Remy shook her head. "That's what the groceries were for. Nathan's kitchen is pathetic."

Though he continued navigating through the wide aisles, she caught a glimpse of a smile on his face. It was the first one she had seen all morning. "Why do you think I'm always bringing over food?" he commented. There was a pause. "Tell you what. We'll grab Miles and go sit in the cafe for our meeting. If you've got food in your mouth, odds are better you won't talk."

"Gee, thanks," she muttered. It was a good sign, though. Isaac wouldn't make the offer if he hated her, would he?

They rounded the corner, slipping between two laden rows of shelves. Out of the corner of her eye, Remy saw the section's label. Humor. Humor. She hoped that wasn't Isaac's idea, because she didn't think it was funny at all. She hoped that wasn't Isaac's idea, because she didn't think it was funny at all.

He came to a stop in front of her, stuffing his hands deep into his pants pockets. "Good book?" he asked someone in front of him.

She looked around his broad back to see a man kneeling in front of the shelves. Dressed in long shorts and a baggy T-shirt that covered his prominent paunch, he looked up at Isaac and regarded him with shrewd brown eyes, pudgy fingers not moving away from the comic strip he'd been following along in the book he held. "Not bad." His gaze flickered to Remy, but if he was surprised to see her, it didn't show in his face. "You brought a date."

"She's not a date. She's-"

"Remy Capra." She pushed past Isaac to crouch down next to the man, a friendly smile on her face as she stuck out her hand. "Consider me an interested party."

He shook her hand with a nod. She had expected a man of his size to have sweaty palms, but they were warm and dry, the strength in his fingers unsurprising. This close, she could see the fading pockmarks from adolescent acne, the broken capillaries in his wide nose. He couldn't even be thirty, but between the receding hairline and the haunting sadness behind his eyes, she would bet he was often mistaken for at least ten years older.

"Miles Morgan." He lumbered to his feet, his knees audibly cracking from the awkward movements. Marking his page with his finger, he closed the book and held it loosely at his side, never once taking his gaze away from her. "You're the one who knifed Cesar."

Isaac was stepping forward before Miles had finished speaking, grabbing Remy's elbow and hauling her back and out of the way. She winced at how tightly he was holding her. "She's not a threat to you. You've got my word on that."

Miles shrugged. "You think I care if someone wants to stick it to that son of a b.i.t.c.h? He's half the reason I'm even talking to you, McGuire. Anyone who wants Cesar dead is my friend, not my enemy."

She liked him. When it came to people, Remy followed her gut, and something deep inside told her Miles Morgan was a man to be trusted. "You want to get a coffee? Because I'm starving, and Ike here promised we could do this over food."

He jerked sharply on her arm. "It's Isaac, Isaac," he hissed.

Miles's gaze darted dispa.s.sionately over the pair. "Sure. I could do a donut."

None of them spoke until after they were seated at a small table tucked in the corner of the cafe. Isaac had been forced to let her go when it came time to pay, and Remy made sure she took the seat next to Miles when they sat down. He might be Isaac's informant, but Nathan was as much her priority as he was his friend's. She would be d.a.m.ned if she got left out of the questioning, especially since the guy didn't seem to hate her. It made a nice change. She was getting a little tired of being on everybody's s.h.i.t list.

"Nathan's missing," Isaac said without preamble.

"Yeah." Miles blew across his steaming cup. "Tell me something I don't know."

"Tian grab him?"

"Would I have let you make this meeting so quickly if he hadn't?"

Isaac swore under his breath, leaning back in his chair. It gave Remy the opening she wanted to break into the conversation.

"I know this is none of my business, but there's no way in h.e.l.l you're part of Tian's gang. You're not part of any gang, not as soft as you are. And this is Nate's life we're talking about here, so I'm not about to f.u.c.k this up by being stupid. Wanna tell me why I should believe a word you say?"

The two men exchanged a look, ending in Isaac's casual shrug. "It's your life, Miles. I wouldn't have brought her along if I didn't trust her."

The vote of approval took Remy by surprise, but she didn't have time to push him on it. Already, Miles was nodding, breaking apart his bear claw and shoving morsels into his mouth.

"I'm Tian's money man. Tian and I ... we grew up together. He was always watching my back, one way or another. Difference was, I was good in school, and he wasn't. When I moved back after college, he asked if I wanted a job, and I said yes. Didn't blink. There's nothing I wouldn't have done for Tian. He saved my a.s.s more than once."

"And yet you've gone from president of his fan club to a sell-out in three seconds flat."

"No." The force of the simple word had crumbs spewing out of his mouth, falling to the swell of his stomach. Miles ignored them in favor of leaning forward, closer to Remy. His eyes bored into hers, but she didn't back down. "This isn't about Tian. This is about that psycho Cesar, filling his head with delusions of grandeur that are going to get him killed. I'm only doing what I have to keep my friend from ending up in the morgue even faster than he already will, and if that means he spends a few years behind bars cooling his heels, so be it. Just as long as Cesar is out of the picture."

It was honest. Even better, it matched with what Nathan had told her about Cesar, how worried he had been about his presence at Rojo. She yielded on the matter with a nod and a bite of her banana m.u.f.fin.

"I need to know where he's keeping Nathan," Isaac said.

Miles shook his head. "No, that's too much. Too dangerous. Especially since she's going to be next." At their startled looks, he rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me you're surprised. She stabbed Cesar in the back. He's out for blood and he's going to get it, one way or another."

"Would they consider a trade?" The offer was on the table before she could stop it, but as soon as she said it out loud, Remy knew it was their best chance. "Me for Nate."

Miles looked doubtful, but Isaac looked like someone had dropped a pound of sour b.a.l.l.s into his coffee. "No, no way. No trade."

"Why not?" Remy demanded.

His eyes were blazing when they met hers. "Because I said so. Because Nathan would kill me if I let anything happen to you. And because it's a f.u.c.king stupid idea, that's why not."

"It is is kind of stupid," Miles interjected. kind of stupid," Miles interjected.

She only half-heard. She was too busy bristling with fresh anger. "If you think I'm going to sit back on my a.s.s and do nothing to help Nate, you don't know the first thing about me. He means too much to me to lose him now, especially because his so-called best friend is too boneheaded to use what a.s.sets he's got to get the job done. Like me."

Miles's head swiveled back to Isaac. "She's got a point. Anybody who can take a slice out of Cesar is an a.s.set."

"Shut up," Isaac growled. Reaching across the table, he grabbed Remy's wrist and yanked her forward. Though it hardly stopped Miles from hearing what he said, it created an air of intimacy between them that made it impossible for her to ignore his next words. "Tell me why I should let you in any deeper than you already are."

"You have to." Her voice was low, intense. "You need need me. You won't find anybody else who'll fight for Nate as hard as me, because n.o.body else cares about him as much as I do. Well, except you, but I figure that's a given." She paused, debating the wisdom of the words poised on her tongue, but decided to h.e.l.l with it. "I'm not Susanna. I am me. You won't find anybody else who'll fight for Nate as hard as me, because n.o.body else cares about him as much as I do. Well, except you, but I figure that's a given." She paused, debating the wisdom of the words poised on her tongue, but decided to h.e.l.l with it. "I'm not Susanna. I am not not going to hurt Nate. I promise you." going to hurt Nate. I promise you."

Mentioning Susanna rattled Isaac enough to let her go, dark eyes narrowing in further a.s.sessment. She wondered how much the two men talked about the woman from their past. Not much, if this reaction was anything to go by.

"Are we done here?" Miles asked, interrupting the tension between Remy and Isaac. She looked over to see him brushing the crumbs from his T-shirt. "I'm not going to tell you where they're keeping him, McGuire. I can't. All I can tell you is last time I heard, there wasn't any intention to kill him yet. So you probably have a little bit of time to find him on your own."

"We'd have more time if you could tell me where he is," Isaac shot back.

"Probably," came the amiable response. "But I'm not." The chair squeaked across the floor as he pushed it back and rose to his feet. He nodded to Remy. "A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Capra. Feel free to take another stab at Cesar next time you see him."

He was gone within moments.

"Now what do we do?" She hadn't expected to reach a dead end with Isaac's informant, and from the look on his face, he hadn't either. But she had no clue what step they were going to take next.

"We'll figure it out." He repeated it as if doing so would make it more likely to happen. "We'll figure it out."

Nathan didn't know when Tian arrived. Each impossible long minute blended in his mind. Time felt as hot and thick as the blood rolling down his chest, and eventually, it became just as meaningless. Had Tian been there since the beginning? Had he seen everything? Heard everything? Or did he only just arrive, lured by the scent and sounds of suffering?

Cesar's smile never left his face. It hung above Nathan with mocking good cheer. Tian wasn't smiling, though. His eyes were black discs, wide and empty. The two men stood on either side of the bed, regarding him, but neither touching him. When Nathan felt the world began to blur, he'd curl his burned hand, and the familiar pain would cut through the red fog and bring him back.

"Well, Nathan Pierce. I never thought I'd see the day," Tian said.

"Who's helping you?"

Tian's eyes narrowed. "Is that all you have to say? You don't want some water? You're not going to beg for mercy?"

"Who's helping you?"

"n.o.body but me," Cesar said, moving to the foot of the bed.

Nathan sent him a dismissive glance before turning his attention back to Tian. "You're not smart enough, and we both know it. Your boys aren't, either. Who's helping you?"

Anger flashed in Tian's black eyes, but only for a moment before he subdued it. "I don't think you're in the position to be asking questions."

"You're not going to defend yourself?" Nathan rasped. It took what little energy he had left to speak. It took even more energy to enunciate through his swollen and bleeding lips. He welcomed the bitter taste of copper flowing over his tongue with each word, preferring it to the lingering flavor of laundry detergent.

Tian's hand shot forward, his fingers wrapping around Nathan's neck. "I don't have to answer to you. Or explain myself."

"But somebody is helping you," Nathan said, his words small.

"Yeah, somebody is. Your worst nightmare."

He released Nathan with disgust, stepping back again. Nathan took several deep breaths, though the air burned on its way down his throat. "What's my worst nightmare's name?"

"Why do you care? You're going to be dead before you have a chance to meet him."

"I'm hurt. I really am. Don't you know I care about you, Tian? I care about your friends, your goals, your future. I guess that's why I've spent so much time looking into your life." Nathan's lips twisted into a grotesque smile.

"You don't know s.h.i.t about me," Tian countered, his eyes narrowing.

"Let's just finish him." Cesar pulled a gun from his waistband. "One shot in the head, and it won't matter what this motherf.u.c.ker knows or thinks he knows."

Nathan didn't look away from Tian, though he was intrigued by Cesar's reaction. He had made his intentions known several times, and chief among those, was keeping Nathan alive long enough to see Remy's end. And now Cesar was ready to kill him right there? Looks like somebody hit a nerve. Looks like somebody hit a nerve.

"No," Tian said, holding his hand out. "You heard what Kirsten said. He's hers until she gets what she wants."

"Man, f.u.c.k that c.u.n.t. What's she going to do about it?"

"She might not be able to do anything, but Gabriel will."

"Gabriel?" Nathan interjected. "Is he your new friend, Tian? What's his last name?"

"Shut the f.u.c.k up," Cesar snapped. "I'm tired of hearing your voice. Do I need to gag you?"

"No gagging either," Tian said, taking the gun from Cesar. "What if he feels like talking?"

"This f.u.c.k always feels like talking," Cesar muttered.

"Gabriel de los Rios? Is that your new friend's name? You're right to be scared, Tian. I'd listen to him, Cesar."