across the table at me. “I knew it was one of two things. She was either dating this guy in some sort of weird-ass relationship or he was paying for her. It was obvious. Hotel bar, near the airport, you know what I’m talking about.”
I did. San Diego wasn’t Vegas, but there was enough high-end prostitution to go around. Expensive hotels near the airport and downtown were prime targets and while maybe the men thought they were being discreet, anyone with a brain could add it up correctly.
Chuck lifted one of his hands and flexed his fingers slowly, wincing. “They didn’t see me. So I walked around the bar-it was one of those square deals in the middle of the room-and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and nearly fainted. She couldn’t even speak.” He brought his hands back to the table. “The guy immediately panicked, couldn’t get away fast enough and I let him go. I walked Meredith outside.”
“You let the guy go?”
“I was more worried about her than some piece of shit john.”
“Okay.”
Chuck glanced at me, then continued. “I took her to my car and she cried for about fifteen minutes. When she was done, I asked her what the hell she was doing. It wasn’t a weird-ass relationship. He was paying for her.”
My gut bounced. An eighteen-year-old girl turning tricks. She wasn’t some runaway or drug addict. Meredith was a kid from an unbelievably wealthy home with seemingly every opportunity in the world. It was ridiculous.
“She told me about the dance from last year, that’s when it started,” he explained. “She said she didn’t intend for it to go beyond that one time, but it was a ton of money and whoever she’s working for kept pressing her into service. I’m not sure how, but I can imagine.”
I could, too. Most threats would be enough to scare an eighteen-year-old girl into doing something she didn’t want to do.
“I lit into her,” Chuck said. “I was furious. But all I was doing was scaring her more. I asked her a ton of questions, but couldn’t get much out of her. Whoever is controlling her has her wound pretty tight. I told her I was going to tell her parents and she just absolutely lost it. Worse than when we first walked out of the hotel. She begged me not to.” He looked away from me, taking a couple of deep breaths. “There was something in how upset she was. I’m not sure what it was. But it wasn’t just that she didn’t want me to tell her parents so she could avoid getting in trouble. There was something else there that I couldn’t get out of her. So I made a deal with her.”
He took another deep breath and I could see he was laboring. “I gave her a week to get out and to tell her parents. I’d keep my mouth shut, but she had to get out. At first, she wouldn’t agree and I told her then that we were driving to her parents to tell them. Finally, she agreed.” A small smile appeared on his face. “And it was almost like she was relieved, like she was glad it wasn’t just her secret anymore and that she was being leveraged.” The smile evaporated. “So I drove her home. As she’s getting out of the car, she tells me thanks and makes me promise again. I promise again. She looks at me kind of funny, then says ‘No one’s ever kept a promise for me.’”
His eyelids were sagging and I knew he was on the verge of drifting off. “I know how stupid it sounds, Joe. But that got me. I think there’s a lot of shit in her life and I was trying to be solid for her, be someone she could count on. Stupid.”
I agreed. It was stupid. His heart was in the right place, but his head needed to be smacked around.
“Three days later, I’m in here,” he said.
“So why the fuck didn’t you say something when she started telling everyone you hurt her?”
“Because I made her a promise. I told her a week and I meant a week.”
I tried to hold onto my temper. “The second she lied about you hurting her, that promise was a pile of shit, Chuck.”
He stared at me for a long moment. “Maybe. But you weren’t in the car with her. You didn’t see what I saw. My guess is that she did try to get out, that she told whoever she’s working for that she wanted out and he’s the one that beat the shit out of her.”
“Even more of a reason for you not to have kept your mouth shut,” I said.
“Maybe,” he said. “But I figured I could keep an eye on her while she figured it out. She named me for a reason. Because I was the only one who knew what was going on. She knew I’d keep my promise.” He stared at me. “I trusted her.”
“Lot of good it did you,” I said, frustrated with him for far too many reasons to lay out right then.
The door opened and the nurse came all the way in the room this time. “Sir, please.”
I stood.
“When did your seven-day promise expire?” I asked.
He thought for a moment, his eyes closing. “Two days ago.”
The day Meredith Jordan disappeared.
SIXTY-THREE
I was exhausted and wanted to go back to the hotel. The previous night with Lauren had drained me-both physically and emotionally. Seeing Chuck had emptied the reserves. I knew that returning to my old life would take a toll on me, but I had underestimated exactly how large the toll would be.
But Chuck had filled in a couple of tiny blanks for me and I didn’t want to lose the momentum of having small pieces fall into place while the thoughts were fresh in my head. So I stopped at a gas station, grabbed some coffee, made a phone call to Gina and headed back to Rancho Santa Fe and the Jordan estate.
Caffeine and adrenaline had my hands bouncing on the steering wheel as I was buzzed through the gate. I drove slowly up the winding road, formulating what I wanted to do. It was entirely dependent upon whether or not Gina had arranged what I'd asked for.
As I crested the top of the road and pulled into the circular drive at the front of the home, I could see she’d done exactly what I’d asked.
She was sitting on the steps of the Jordan home, along with Jon Jordan and my escorts from the first day, Hanley and Boyle. Jordan was pacing slowly behind her and Hanley and Boyle were perched on either side of her. They stood when I shut off the engine. I bounced my hands off the wheel one last time and got out.
Jordan came down the steps immediately. “What the hell is going on, Tyler?”
I came around the car and didn’t say anything.
Hanley and Boyle slid into protective spots next to Jordan. They were about five feet from me. Gina stayed on the steps, watching.
“I asked you a question,” Jordan said, his face flushing.
I stood there, silent.
Boyle took two steps toward me and pointed a finger at me. “Hey. Are you…”
I grabbed his wrist, pulled him to me and brought my knee hard into his crotch. His mouth opened, but no sound came out and he sank to the ground. I bent his wrist straight back, felt it snap and dropped it.
Hanley came up fast on my left, but I was ready. I stepped into him, blocked a punch and pivoted around him. I locked my arm tight across his neck, under his chin and wrapped my left arm tight around his head, as I spun us back to our original position.
Hanley beat on my arms, but there was no strength behind the punches. Gina stood behind Jordan, making no move to come forward. I stared at Jordan as Hanley’s punches stopped hitting my arms and his body went slack. I held him up for another moment, making sure he was out, then dropped him to the ground.
I hadn’t exerted much effort, but I was breathing hard, sweat soaking my back. My hands were shaking and I waited a moment until they stopped.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jordan asked, glancing over his shoulder at Gina.
“You sent them after Chuck,” I said. “They were the ones that put him in the hospital.”
I didn’t need to see his reaction to know I was right. I’d pegged them from the moment they showed up at the high school. I’d placed Matt and Derek on my suspect list as well, but sitting with Chuck at the hospital that day, I knew that two high school boys weren’t capable of inflicting the kind of damage Chuck had suffered. Jordan had sent his two goons to do a job and they'd gotten it done.
