Foxy Roxy Part 39

Henry laughed. "She tried to blackmail me. Did she tell you that? I don't know why she bothered. There was a good chance she might actually have inherited this property. It's going to be quite valuable someday soon."

"So I've heard. What made you pull the trigger on Julius? You have some kind of disagreement?"

"He was backing out on a promise," Henry admitted, after only a heartbeat of hesitation. "We presumed his mother was in her final coma, so I revised her will one last time-in his favor so he could whisk his girlfriend off on a midlife crisis that even Hugh Hefner would envy. You don't need to hear the legal details. I was supposed to receive the Achilles in payment for my services. Imagine my dismay when I went to collect and Julius had chickened out and changed his mind."

"And the statue was gone," Roxy said.

"Exactly. He backed out on our deal, and I was left hanging to take the blame for tampering with my client's legal affairs. I couldn't let him ruin my career. And I must admit, I lost my temper."

"Did the Delaneys see you shoot him?"

"How did you guess?"

"I knew they were lying when they said Julius hired them to frighten Kaylee. And why would they make up such a stupid lie? Unless you were standing right there, holding a gun on them?"

"They weren't very imaginative, I admit."

"And you paid them to keep your secret?"

"Yes. Who knew I was buying a television from Walmart and feeding a snake?"

Roxy stopped at the top of the ramp. She tried to imagine the confrontation between Julius and Henry at the mansion. Julius had seemed upset. He probably knew he was going to argue with Henry. And when Henry came along to discuss the financial matters, Julius had to break the bad news that their self-serving plot was off. The fact that Roxy had stolen the statue at exactly the wrong moment had triggered Henry's reaction.

"And to think I had s.e.x with you," Roxy said.

"An unexpected bonus for me," Henry replied.

"You're in some trouble now, Paxton. And I'm not talking about premature e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.n."

He let the insult pa.s.s. "Things are unraveling a bit, aren't they? Fortunately, I have a place to go to in the Caribbean."

"You think you can ship the statue there?"

"No, no. I have a place to store it for a while first. Eventually, I'll make arrangements to sell the statue. I do have some connections."

"You mean Arden Hyde?"

Henry laughed. "Heavens, no. Arden can barely tie her own shoes. I had hoped to pin some blame on her, but I've run out of time, haven't I?"

"The police are going to figure out where the gun came from."

"I'll be out of town before that happens. And I've saved up a perfectly respectable nest egg, so I can live comfortably until the time is right to put the statue on the market. Shall we?"

Roxy went down the ramp to the truck. With Paxton watching, she unstrapped the handcart and unhooked the winch. The chain rattled down with a noise that echoed back at them from the high walls of the abandoned mill.

Henry said, "I'm almost sorry things had to end this way between us, Roxy."

She continued to ready her equipment. "Oh, yeah?"

"I suppose it's a cliche to say we could have made some beautiful Caribbean music together. I like you. And I'll admit I'm attracted to you, too."

"Despite the chip on my shoulder?"

He smiled. "That's part of your charm, I suppose."

She glanced at him. "There's still time, you know."

His face registered surprise. "Time to make a little whoopee? With your daughter watching?"

"My truck's right here. There's plenty of room inside. And you owe me. I'll give you a chance to prove you're not such a rotten lover after all."

Amused, he said, "I'm tempted. I'd like to see you on your knees right now, right here. I'd like to ram myself down your throat, then come all over your face. With her watching. Forget the truck. What's in it? Some kind of weapon? You think you can overpower me before I could shoot you?"

She shrugged. "It was worth a try."

Henry laughed. "You're one tough cookie, Roxy."

"Too bad you never met my father."

"Oh?"

"But he's in jail now, probably for good."

"What did he do?"

Roxy turned around and leaned her shoulders against the truck. "He killed my mother."

Henry's interest sharpened. "How did that happen?"

The time seemed right, so Roxy said, "He beat her up for years. No matter what she did to try to please him, something always made him mad." Roxy felt surprisingly calm. "They weren't married. She was one of his girlfriends, but she always hoped he'd marry her. She was the kind of misguided woman who loves her man no matter how bad he treats her. Eventually, he killed her. I happened to see it, as a matter of fact."

Henry didn't respond. But she had his attention now, for sure. By now, the story hardly seemed real to Roxy. She had managed to block all the details out of her mind, stripped the horror down to the bare facts.

Roxy said, "I liked him. Probably loved him in a screwed-up kind of way. I know my mother loved him-maybe worshipped him, even when he made her feel worthless. So I've been with tough guys all my life, Paxton. Men who think they can get away with anything. Men like him, and like Julius Hyde. Most of them don't scare me, because n.o.body else can measure up to him when it comes to evil."

"You're saying you're not afraid of me, either."

"That's right."

"That's okay," Henry said. "I only need you to respect my position a little longer. See that container on top of the van?"

He pointed toward the luggage holder on the roof of the vehicle.

Roxy felt a heavy lump grow in her gut. In the open door of the cargo van, she could also see Sage helplessly trapped. "Yeah, I see it."

"I packed it with some rags soaked in gasoline, and a small gas tank. Not too big, but enough, I think, to destroy the van and anything in it." He pulled a cell phone from his pocket. "I've rigged it with this phone. A detonator is easy to put together, did you know? The directions are online."

"Don't do it," Roxy said.

"I won't. If you continue to cooperate. I know you're a clever girl. But put all those plans to trick me out of your head, all right?"

"Okay, I promise. Just don't hurt my daughter."

At last they heard a vehicle approach on the rutted street outside the fence. A door slammed, and someone opened the gate. A moment later, a car pulled around the side of the building.

Roxy suppressed a groan.

Loretta climbed out of the driver's side of her Cadillac. Nooch emerged from the pa.s.senger seat, making excuses immediately.

He said, "I told her not to come. I said you'd be mad. But I couldn't stop her. It's not my fault."

Loretta marched around the hood of the car, preceded by her bosom. She wore a pair of jeans, high-heeled boots, and a figure-flattering sweater-casual clothes, but hardly suitable for heavy lifting. "What's going on here? Roxy, are you up to something you shouldn't be? And who's this?"

"I'm sorry," Roxy said to Henry. "She's hard to control sometimes."

Loretta stopped short before them. "You look respectable. I was afraid she was meeting some kind of criminal out here." With one look at Henry, her demeanor softened from lawyer to matchmaker. "h.e.l.lo, I'm Loretta Radziewicz."

"Henry Paxton." He mustered a smile, too, shaking her hand politely. "How do you do?"

"I'm delighted to meet a colleague of Roxy's. Have you known her long?"

"Long enough," Roxy said. "Look, Loretta, we've got some business to attend to. It won't take much time, so if you'll just wait in the car while we-"

"I can help. I'm able-bodied. Just because I'm a middle-aged woman with- Oh, I should have closed my door, I suppose."

From Loretta's car burst Rooney, fast as a bullet and growling like a demon on speed.

"Rooney!" Roxy called, and the dog came to her at once. To Henry, Roxy said, "He'll obey, I swear."

"Okay," Henry said. "Just remember I've got my phone right here." He patted his pocket.

Although Nooch missed the subtleties of the situation, Loretta's sharp gaze traveled from Roxy's face to Henry, and then bounced from the truck to the cargo van inside the mill. But she said nothing. She curled her fingers around Rooney's collar.

With her heart in her throat, Roxy said, "Nooch, give us a hand."

She climbed up into the bed of the truck and guided the chain around the wrapped statue. With Nooch's grunting help, she secured the load and set about running the winch. To Henry, she said, "Just put your hand up and guide it on the way down. Don't let it bang into the truck, okay? I can't afford the body work. And you don't want any damage to your property."

Nooch clambered down and helped Henry. Together, they hefted the statue onto the handcart. Henry grunted with the effort. Roxy unraveled a length of twine and wrapped it around the statue to steady the load.

"It'll take all of us to guide the cart up the ramp," she said.

"Let's go." Henry sounded jaunty.

The cart b.u.mped over the gravel, causing the statue to sway dangerously. But they wrestled it back into place, panting against the extreme weight. By joint force, they made the turn to start up the ramp. Nooch pulled, Henry pushed. Roxy steadied the load from one side, balancing the weight with a firm grip on the upraised arm of the statue.

Loretta let go of Rooney and jumped up to steady the other side. "What in the world is this?"

The tarp slipped at that moment, giving her a glimpse of uncirc.u.mcised p.e.n.i.s. The churchgoing Catholic lady in her reared back with a shriek.

Her cry brought the Great Dane out of the brush where he'd been digging. The big dog leaped up onto the ramp and dashed in their direction just as they reached the halfway point of the ramp. He jumped up on Loretta, knocking her into the statue.

"Hey," Nooch cried out. He lost his grip on the handcart's handle.

Henry braced himself against the sudden lurch of the statue. "Do something, you stupid s.l.u.t."

Nooch turned. He forgot about the handcart and swung his fist at Henry's face.

"No!" Roxy cried. "Nooch, don't!"

But it was too late. The statue began to slide. Henry went down as if he'd been hit with a sledgehammer.

And Rooney suddenly launched himself onto the ramp. Snarling, he made straight for Samson. The larger dog yelped, tucked his tail, and dodged behind Henry to escape Rooney's snapping jaws.

Henry tried to get up, but lost his footing and catapulted over the Great Dane. Rooney pounced. Henry, tangled between the two dogs, cursed.

Roxy shoved her shoulder against the statue, and it righted itself. Then the cart's tires got some traction. The handcart began to slip backward down the ramp toward the river. Roxy made a lunge for the handle, but she wasn't fast enough. The cart gained momentum and hurtled downward-a ton of marble zooming down the ramp toward the rushing waters of the Allegheny.

Loretta made a last-ditch effort to catch it. She hurried down the ramp. But the statue was faster. It plunged down the last few yards of the ramp and was suddenly airborne-flying through the air, turning end over end over the glittering water like a championship diver.

For an instant, it seemed to hang suspended in the air. Roxy held her breath. But then gravity took over, and the statue hit the water with a gargantuan splash. It floated for the briefest of moments. But gradually the weight of the marble was too much. Slowly, Achilles disappeared into the river. The dark water closed over it, and the priceless statue was gone.

Roxy took no moment to mourn. She threw herself down into the dogfight.

Henry cursed. Rooney snarled. The Great Dane yelped with terror.

Roxy shouted for Nooch, but at the same time, she wrestled Henry Paxton's arm against the concrete and tried to grab the cell phone from his pants pocket.

"Roxy!" Loretta cried, scandalized. "What on earth are you doing!"

If the chaos weren't already enough, a gunshot suddenly split the air.

Roxy found the cell phone. She yanked it from Henry's pocket and hurled it with all her strength toward the river. It arced high into the dark sky and disappeared with a distant splash.

"Police!" a voice shouted.

There was more shouting after that, and a crowd of men waving guns and issuing orders. Trouble was, the dogfight continued. Both dogs rolled in the dust, over and over, Rooney snarling and biting, the Great Dane howling. Flashlights made the fight even more of an uproar.

In the hubbub, Henry Paxton rolled clear and got to his feet. He jumped from the ramp and started running.

The lead police officer turned to Roxy. With his weapon in one hand, he pulled her to her feet. "You okay?"

It was Flynn. The men surrounding him were not cops at all, Roxy realized, but the guys from the restaurant. Carl. Dougie. Even Ray. They were dressed in their black work clothes, which made them look like a SWAT team.

"Loretta called me," he said. "Said you needed help but didn't want the police."

"Go," she said. And pointed. "Sage is in that cargo van. It's rigged with explosives. She's hurt. Go get her. Please, Flynn, make sure she's safe."

Flynn didn't hesitate. He didn't even wait for Roxy to finish telling him to be careful. He turned and ran into the steel mill. Roxy had to trust him.