Defending His Own

Buck don't want to cross you.'

'I need to hear Buck say that.' Ashe turned, walked over to his rental car and opened the door. His gaze focused on the ground, Ashe laid one hand against the side window. 'I'll be back this evening, around six. Tell Buck I won't wait any longer than that.'

Johnny Joe jerked a .38 revolver out of the back of his belt, aimed it just to the left of Ashe and fired, hitting a nearby tree limb. Ashe didn't blink an eye.

'God a'mighty,' Johnny Joe said. 'Did you see that? He didn't move!'

'You damned fool.' Lee Roy shook his head. 'Sony about that, Ashe. You know Johnny Joe ain't never had a lick of sense.'

Ashe looked up and grinned. 'Being foolhardy runs in the family, doesn't it? Remind Buck of that inherited trait. Tell him that when it comes to defending my own, I'm not much concerned with the consequences, just the results.'

'Ain't nobody in our gang been behind what's happened to your woman since the trial ended,' Lee Roy said. 'I know you ain't going to believe me, but I'll warn you that you'd better start looking elsewhere. There's somebody else wanting to see Deborah Vaughn dead. It ain't none of us. You'd better start checking out some of her highfalutin friends and relatives. See who's got something to gain if she dies.'

'I'll keep that in mind.' Ashe slid behind the wheel of his rented car. 'I'll be back at six.'

Chapter 13

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Ashe parked outside the Sweet Nothings club, a huge blue metal building. From where he sat inside his car, he heard the loud, lonely wail of a guitar. So this was Evie Lovelady's place, huh? Ashe's old teenage girlfriend was now Buck Stansell's private property.

Lee Roy had told Ashe that meeting with Buck would clear up everything and show Ashe that none of their bunch was responsible for Deborah's most recent misfortunes. Ashe hadn't mentioned anything to Deborah about Lee Roy's insinuations that someone other than Buck Stansell might have reasons for wanting her dead. She'd been through enough in the last couple of months to last a lifetime, and now Miss Carol faced a second surgery for cancer. There was no point in worrying Deborah with something until he was absolutely sure.

Ashe got out, locked his car and entered the nightspot. Typical Southern honky-tonk. Nothing more. Nothing less. Loud music. Smoky air. Fun-loving rednecks and good old girls ready for a hot time on the town. A country band belted out the latest heartbreaking tunes.

Ashe glanced around, looking for the right person to ask about Buck Stansell. A tall, willowy brunette approached him.

'Long time no see, stranger.' Evie slid her arm around Ashe's waist, dropping one hand to cup his buttock. She gave him a quick little squeeze, released him and laughed. 'Tight as ever.'

'You're looking good, Evie. How've you been?' Ashe grinned at his old girlfriend, one he and Lee Roy had both dated. The scent of her expensive perfume overwhelmed him. Damn, had she taken a bath in the stuff?

'I've been just fine, sugar. Got my own business now, and I hooked me the top dog in these parts.' She held up her left hand, showing Ashe the three-carat diamond on her finger. 'Of course, I haven't forgotten old friends and our good times together.'

'Yeah, we had some good times, didn't we,' Ashe said. 'But we were just kids fooling around. We're grown up now and life's not fun and games anymore.'

'Come on, sugar.' Keeping her arm around Ashe's waist, Evie nudged him with her hip. 'Let me get you a drink.'

'I didn't come here to drink. I came to see Buck.'

'Yeah, I know. He's waiting in back for you. I just wanted to be friendly and make you feel welcome, let you know I hadn't forgotten what good friends we used to be.'

Ashe followed Evie around the edges of the enormous room, past the dance floor and down a narrow corridor. 'You were friends with a lot of guys, before me and after me.'

'You're right about that,' she said. 'I used to be a real good time girl. Now I'm a one-man woman. And Buck's that man.'

'Lucky Buck.'

Evie smiled. She was almost pretty, Ashe thought. Her eyes were too big, her lips too thin and her cheeks scarred by teen acne, scars she covered with heavy layers of makeup.

'He's waiting on you.' Evie opened the last door on the left. 'Just remember that Buck thinks of you as family. Your old man and his were tight.' She crossed her index and middle fingers. 'He's not going to lie to you. If your woman was marked, he'd tell you.'

Ashe looked straight into Evie's eyes and knew she believed what she'd told him. Hell, maybe she was right. These men, men like his father and uncle and cousins, might be thieves, drug dealers and murderers, but they did adhere to a certain code of behavior when it came to their own people. And it was possible that they still considered Ashe one of their own.

'Take care of yourself, Evie.' Ashe kissed her on the cheek. She punched him playfully on the arm, stuck her head inside the office and waved at her husband. 'Ashe is here, sugar.'

Ashe entered Buck's private domain. Evie closed the door, leaving Ashe alone with the man he'd come to question. The man he'd come to warn. The man he would have to kill if all else failed.

'Come on in, Ashe.' Buck Stansell pushed back his big black velvet chair and stood. Tall and husky, with a thick mustache and the beginnings of a beer belly, Buck looked every inch the successful no-class gentleman with money that he was. 'You haven't got a drink. Didn't Evie offer you something?'

'She offered,' Ashe said.

'Evie's still looking good, isn't she? She's held up well. You know she's thirty-five and had three kids. Two of 'em mine.' Buck's loud, hardy laughter filled the room.

'Yeah, Evie looks good.'

'She's having herself the time of her life running this place. Named it herself. Sweet Nothings. I try to keep her happy. We do that, don't we, Ashe, try to keep our women happy?'

'And safe.' Ashe glanced around the office. Expensive bad taste. Money could buy just about everything except good breeding and an innate sense of style.

'That goes without saying.' Buck walked around the huge, ornate desk and sat down on the edge. 'I had to put a scare into Deborah Vaughn before Lon was convicted. Had to keep up appearances and let Lon think I was doing what I could for him.'

'You never meant to harm Deborah or her family?' Ashe asked.

'To be honest with you, I did consider having her taken care of, but once you showed up, I had second thoughts. Lon Sparks is small potatoes. An idiot who made the mistake of doing his business in front of a witness. Guess I should have just gotten rid of him. It might have been easier, but I have a reputation for taking care of my own. You understand how it is?'

'You want me to believe that you're not after Deborah for revenge.'

'Why should I need revenge? Lou hasn't got the guts to double-cross me. Besides, he trusts me more than he does the law. He knows I'll keep my promises, one way or the other. He'd rather do time in the pen than spend the rest of his life looking over his shoulder, wondering what day might be his last. As long as he's in prison and keeps his mouth shut, he stays alive. He knows how things work. And he understands I've done all I intend to do on his behalf.'

'Since the trial ended, the Vaughns' garage was set on fire, a gunman destroyed the front of Vaughn & Posey Realty and somebody tampered with the brakes on Deborah's Cadillac.' Ashe stood, his legs slightly apart, his arms at his sides, his jacket hanging open. 'If you want me to believe you had nothing to do with these incidents, then you're going to have to prove it to me.'

'Look, old friend, I've given you some leeway because of who your daddy was, because of the man you've become, but I can be pushed only so far.'

'I haven't even begun to push you, Buck, if you have any plans to kill Deborah. There are only a few things in this world worth killing for and even fewer worth dying for. To me, Deborah Vaughn is both. Do you