The presence of Agent McBride at the Oasis was quite a threat to a man like Anderson Troy. It didn’t matter that she knew nothing of Troy’s illegal activities and probably couldn’t care less. Troy didn’t know this. And Troy’s concern was understandable.
Pope put on his best, reassuring smile. “You’ve got it all wrong,” he said.
“Of course I do.”
“No, seriously. It’s not what you-”
Before he could finish his sentence, the twin defenders flanked him, each grabbing an arm and holding him in place. Pope instinctively stiffened, starting to resist, but their grips tightened just enough to hurt.
He glanced at Sharkey, but Sharkey’s face was cold and impassive.
Troy rose from the sofa. “How much do they know about me?”
“They?”
Troy sighed. “The FBI, my friend. Pay attention.”
Pope shook his head. “Not a thing. She wasn’t here about-”
The blow was so sudden and so painful that Pope seemed to momentarily leave his body. Unfortunately, not quite fast enough to avoid the burst of fire that had engulfed his left kidney. Somehow Arturo had managed to get behind him to deliver the punch.
So much for keeping the little bastard within his line of sight.
Pope’s knees buckled, but the twin defenders stood him back up, Arturo circling.
Troy seemed unfazed by the tears of pain gathering in Pope’s eyes.
“How much do they know?” he repeated.
“Will you let me finish a sentence, for Christ’s sake?”
The second blow was to the solar plexus, again coming so swiftly that Pope had no time to prepare-as if that would have made a difference.
With a gasp, he doubled over, then tried to distract himself from the pain by biting down hard on his lower lip-which didn’t work, of course. Now his gut and his lip hurt.
There were many times over the last two years that Pope believed he had bottomed out. Had gotten as low as a man could get. But at this moment, standing in this room as these men beat on him, knowing he had allowed himself, through his own stupidity, his own careless actions, to be here, he had to congratulate himself. He had reached a brand-new low.
And this time he might not come up for air.
“Listen to me,” he gasped. “I’m trying to tell you, you’ve got nothing to worry about. She doesn’t know a thing about you. Doesn’t even know you exist.”
“Are you telling me she’s just another one of your recreational fucks?”
“No, it isn’t like that. She came to me for help on a case. Like the old days. My cousin Jake sent her.”
“That’s the cop, right?”
“Yes.”
Troy turned to his crew. “You see, that just goes to show what a generous guy I am. Despite Daniel’s direct relationship to an officer of the law, I let him into our little circle here with open arms.”
“I didn’t ask to be included,” Pope said.
The next blow came to his rib cage, and if something didn’t crack, it surely bent, as pain blossomed along his right side.
“The point is,” Troy told him, “I trusted you. Offered you a helping hand when you needed it most. And even if you’re telling the truth, and this FBI agent knows nothing about my extracurricular activities, what assurances do I have that that won’t change in the near future?”
“Only my word,” Pope croaked. “She got what she wanted and left. I don’t expect to see her again.”
“And what about the kid? She won’t come back for him?”
Pope stiffened. He shouldn’t have been surprised that Troy knew about Evan, but he was. And for some reason that frightened him more than anything else.
“No,” he said. “They’re sending someone out to pick him up.”
“Another cop?”
“Social worker.”
“And why did she bring him here in the first place?”
“It’s a long story. It’s got nothing to do with you.”
“You should know by now that everything that goes on in this hotel has to do with me. Just give me the highlights.”
So Pope did, explaining about the murders, and the hope that they might be able to get information out of Evan under hypnosis.
When he was done, Troy stared at him for a long moment, then finally smiled. “Thank you for clearing that up. I’m sorry we had to be so rough on you. But I don’t like surprises. You should have warned me she was coming.”
Pope knew he was right, but said nothing.
“You see,” Troy continued, “considering the nature of my business, when it comes to matters of security and stability my comfort level is relatively low. And I’m sure you can understand that having a federal agent get curious about me is something I’d like to avoid.”
“Sure,” Pope said. Although at this point, he was in too much pain to really give a damn. “But like I told you, she doesn’t even know you exist.”
“How can you really be sure of that?” Troy asked. “As far as any of us knows, she could be using that so- called case she’s working on as a ruse to get to you. And by extension, to me.”
Pope looked at him. This was getting ridiculous. “So what are you saying? The boy’s part of it? Some kind of junior agent?” He tried and failed to keep the sarcasm out of his voice and barely suppressed a laugh. “For Christ’s sake, Troy, quit letting your ego cloud your judgment.”
He knew the moment the words were out of his mouth that he’d made yet another reckless mistake and couldn’t fathom why he’d said them in the first place. But they were out there now and he couldn’t pull them back. And any hope he had that Troy would ignore them died the moment he looked into the man’s eyes.
Troy’s next utterance didn’t help much, either. “You… insolent… little… fuck.”
Pope knew he had just crossed a line he shouldn’t even have approached. Considering Troy’s history, he was likely to react like a toddler who’s just been smacked in the face by a cold, unloving parent.
And true to form, Troy gestured to his crew and said with barely controlled fury, “I’ve had it with this moron. He’s more trouble than he’s worth. Take him out to the desert and do that thing you do so well.”
“Wait a minute,” Pope said, feeling panic rise. “What the hell are you doing? I saved your life for chrissa-”
Another quick blow, straight to the gut. Pope doubled over.
Goddamn that hurt.
“I knew you’d bring that up,” Troy said. “And I believe I’ve repaid that debt several times over. But you’ve failed me twice in one morning, Daniel. And that’s more chances than most people get.”
He gestured with two fingers and the twin defenders started dragging Pope toward the doors.
“Hold on, boss. Are you sure this is a good idea?”
Sharkey speaking now.
Coming to the rescue.
“He’s a liability,” Troy said. “Knows more than I ever should have allowed him to know. And if he’s careless enough to invite a federal agent into this hotel, he deserves whatever he gets.”
“But if he’s got the FBI sniffing around him, won’t it be a little suspicious, he suddenly goes missing?”
Troy took a moment to consider this.
“Maybe. But the man has a history of self-destructive behavior.” He paused, the wheels still turning. “Make it look like suicide.”
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