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Ledge gave him a fulminating look.
“Hell, with that kind of money, you could bankroll your own meth lab.”
“Go fuck yourself.” To hell with the rain; he reached for his keys and scooted to the end of the booth.
Rusty said, “After I’ve shared the plan, you don’t really think I’ll let you walk away, do you?”
“Watch me.” He stood.
“You go along, or I burn down your uncle’s crappy redneck bar.”
Ledge froze in place and looked back. Rusty remained smiling and smug. “Well, not me personally, of course. But I know a couple of wetbacks who’d do it for fifty bucks and a bottle of mescal.”
He leaned back against the vinyl of the booth and stared pensively into the middle distance. “That would be such a damn shame, wouldn’t it? Your uncle Henry has been pouring his heart and soul into that place for years, trying to make a better life for you, his poor orphaned nephew. It’s a shithole, but losing it would probably kill him.”
He then refocused on Ledge, who actually felt the skin on his face growing taut as he glared at Rusty with loathing. “He’s not getting any younger, ya know.” After a beat, Rusty said, “Now sit the fuck down.”
Ledge slid back into the booth and leaned across the table. “Why me?”
“I have my reasons.”
“Crystal? Is this about her?”
Rusty snorted. “That whore? Take her. God knows everybody else has.”
Not for an instant did Ledge buy into the dismissive attitude Rusty tried
to sell. Crystal had rejected him, and, pure and simple, Rusty couldn’t stand it. But Ledge let it drop this time. “You’ve got your two insiders. I don’t have anything to contribute. You don’t need me.”
Rusty placed his hand over his heart. “But I do, Ledge, I do need you. In case something goes wrong and we get caught, you’ll serve a very useful purpose.” He widened his grin. “I may need a scapegoat, and you’re an established criminal.”
Chapter 4
As Rusty settled more comfortably on the barstool, Ledge greeted him with a mere hitch of his chin.
Don took a swipe at the bar in front of Rusty with his towel and forced a smile. “Name your poison.”
“Nothing, thanks. I’m driving.” He said it unctuously.
“Working late tonight?” Don asked.
“Working late every night. Daytime, too.” He added a wink and gave Ledge a sly grin. “Anyhow, I saw Ledge’s truck outside. Been a while. Thought I’d drop in, say hi, see what he’s up to these days.”
Taking the hint, Don said, “Let me know if you change your mind about that drink.” After shooting an apologetic glance toward Ledge, he moved to the far end of the bar and made himself look busy.
“How’re you getting on, Ledge?”
“Fine.”
“Your uncle any better?”
“No worse.”
“Well, I guess that’s good.”
“Not really.”
Rusty’s red hair had been dulled by gray at his temples, but his insufferable, superior attitude hadn’t mellowed a whit. Ledge couldn’t bear to be in his company. He stood up and reached toward his back pocket for his wallet. “I gotta shove off.”
