“I plan to try a couple of new things, and if there’s sin involved I promise not to venture too much farther off the path than I have already.”
They both laughed at her version of confession.
“Why Ramon and not Vincent? Vincent is who your father picked.”
“My family is different than the family I grew up in. Da set an example that I like to think I’m living up to. Ramon is a better fit for what I want to leave Hayden and Hannah.”
“That goal’s appropriate for today. It’s good to celebrate his life by marking the day of his death. But to live the honorable life he taught you truly validates what Dalton stood for.” Andrew stood and waved her up. “Let’s go for that walk you promised me.”
Outside, Lou and two more men waited by Cain’s car, and he lifted his hand in greeting when he spotted Andrew. They headed uptown, and Cain glanced back once and laughed when she saw the new paneled van with the black-tinted windows two cars behind them.
“Your friends are being rather conspicuous these days. Isn’t that stressful?”
Cain ran her hand along her upper thigh before bringing it to her lips as a request for Andrew to stop talking. He was right, but with the stepped-up surveillance after she and Emma had returned from Wisconsin with their children, every conversation out in the open could potentially be used against her, no matter how many countermeasures she put in place. The suspicion that someone had destroyed Giovanni and his sons had swarmed the feds like someone stomping on a mound of fire ants.
The car stopped across the street from the famous Commander’s Palace restaurant, and Lou jumped from the front seat to grab the door for them. For years the Brennan family had served culinary masterpieces on one side of the street, while on the other a ten-foot brick fence stood sentry around the Lafitte Cemetery where the Casey family had been laid to rest.
“It’s been years but I still miss the sound of Dalton’s voice,” Andrew said. “Are you bringing the family out today?”
“Later on, when Hayden gets out of school. He never knew my father, but he likes bringing flowers for Marie.” Cain unlocked the door of the crypt and stepped in. Slowly she ran her hand along Dalton’s name on his grave marker. The date was in early March exactly fourteen years ago, but the pain of losing him was etched into her soul as it was in the stone.
“Derby, you have to let go of your guilt.”
“We all have our crosses to bear, don’t we, Father? This is mine, and I’ve done some things to ease the hurt of loss. But I’m afraid the guilt is eternal. There really isn’t any rest for the wicked.”
“Do you think that’s what Dalton would’ve wanted for you? To live half a life by holding back from your partner and your children?”
“I’ve learned my lessons about holding back, don’t worry. My family is the most important thing in my life, but I haven’t forgotten the family I’ve lost.”
She pressed her hand harder into the stone and he stood back. “You still blame yourself for all the names in here, don’t you?”
“Why wouldn’t I? Giovanni isn’t that good,” she said, carefully emphasizing the present tense. Little slipups like that could sink her.
“Do you think you were just negligent?”
“My father was a surprise, but the others…” She moved her fingers over her mother’s name, then her brother’s, and made a fist when she got to Marie’s. “They were my responsibility. My father expected me to keep them safe.” It had taken some time, but Cain had enlarged the crypt to make room for Marie’s body, and even though she still hurt from her loss, that she was back among those who loved her most in life brought Cain comfort. And it’d been easier for Hayden this time around with Emma and Hannah there as they interred Marie again.
Andrew moved closer and placed one of his hands over her head. “May the Lord bring you peace then, because now they are His responsibility. Take care of your family, Derby, and the rest will take care of itself. Your father was like a brother to me, and I’d bet my eternal soul he doesn’t blame you for any of it. The one to blame isn’t of consequence anymore, so pay attention to the people who love you. I’m sure you’ll keep them whole.”
“Thank you.” From her breast pocket she pulled a flask full of Dalton’s favorite whiskey. She passed it to Andrew first, took a sip after him, then poured the rest over Dalton’s grave stone. “To you, Da. Rest, knowing that I’m almost done.”
“God bless you then,” Andrew said as he moved his hand to her back.
“Be careful with your blessings, Father Andy. I’ve warned you before of my intentions to sin again.”
“I’m also smart enough to know my flock, and like God, I have infinite patience to wait for you to find your way. The Lord loves even black sheep, Derby.”
“The devil has a liking for us as well,” she said as the prepaid cell phone in her pocket chirped.
It signaled an incoming text message of only one word that normally could hold a multitude of meaning, but for Cain it meant the Bracatos were that much closer to being a memory only a few would bother with. The word “DONE” meant another batch of Giovanni’s henchmen on the street had shared his fate.
Some of Giovanni’s foremen had tried to start their own businesses after his disappearance and had moved in on some of the storeowners Cain did business with. Cain had been willing to ignore them, but a couple of the storeowners had been attacked and one had been killed for their non-cooperation with the new entrepreneurs.
Once they’d gone after the people who depended on her for protection, she’d started taking the trash off the streets. All the kills weren’t hers, but after she’d retaliated, no one had invaded her territory. With that situation resolved, she could plan something that would give the feds a show they wouldn’t soon forget.
“I’m sure my wife and my beloved mother hope you’re right when it comes to heaven and black sheep.” She put the cell back in her pocket and pointed to the gate. “But for now you’ll have to keep praying for the sinner I am.”
