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Authors: Mel Odom

Tags: #FICTION / Suspense, #Suspense, #Mystery, #Thriller, #Contemporary, #FICTION / Christian / General

Blood Lines (12 page)

Victor didn't say anything.

“You build a road,” Urlacher said, “it goes both ways. My guy says you threatened his family. Now I'm telling you that I can hit you right back.”

“I never threatened his family. You saw the photos.”

“I saw the ones you wanted me to see. But my guy also says your friend hightailed it with a magazine just before we showed up. So you show some pictures, do a little sleight of hand, then send them away with your buddy. That might fly in a kiddie show, but this is serious business.”

“The FBI's got no interest in Bobby Lee.”

“No. But more than that, I can make the interest the Marines have in Bobby Lee go away.”

Victor leaned back in his chair. “If I cooperate? Tell you what you want to know?”

Urlacher nodded and smiled. “See? I told you I didn't think you were stupid.”

Victor didn't say anything. His thoughts felt scrambled. He hadn't seen this curve coming.

“Bobby Lee's pregnant girlfriend ratted him out,” Urlacher said. “She told the Charlotte PD where to find Bobby Lee. The Charlotte PD called Camp Lejeune and talked to the NCIS agents there. You know who they are?”

Victor nodded. “I know who they are.”

“The word I get is that they want Bobby Lee pretty bad after what he did to that Marine.” Urlacher grinned mirthlessly. “You and I both know soldiers. Probably every bit as old school as one-percenter bikers when it comes to taking a pound of flesh back from someone who's wronged them.”

Silently Victor agreed. “Do they know where Bobby Lee is?”

“Yeah.” Urlacher closed the file. “But so do I. And I've got a team headed there now.”

Victor thought about that. “The boy's green to trouble. He's not going to know how to handle himself. If your people confront him, surrendering is gonna be the last thing on his mind.”

“Then I guess that'll just be bad all the way around.”

A million thoughts rattled through Victor's head all at once. He felt them surge like a tide of writhing snakes, and none of them were friendly or comforting. He kept seeing Bobby Lee shot up and dead. Both of them were caught like rats in traps.

Only Bobby Lee didn't know that yet.

Let it go,
Victor told himself.
They'll bring Bobby Lee in. They're the FBI. They're trained for situations like this.

But Victor also knew his son. Bobby Lee envisioned himself as some Old West gunfighter. He was determined to die with his boots on.

And the idea of going to prison for what he'd done to that Marine would have been impossible for the young man at his age.

The emotion that rushed through Victor surprised him. He wouldn't have believed how much he didn't want to see his son get hurt. They hadn't known each other long, but it had been long enough for Victor to see himself in the young man and know that he had a bid for immortality. Especially with a grandson already on the way.

Victor stubbed his cigarette out in the overflowing ashtray. “Let me talk to Bobby Lee.”

Urlacher didn't say anything.

A curse ripped through Victor's lips. “Let me talk to Bobby Lee, get him to give himself up. If you do that, I'll give you my connection.”

And then, Victor knew, the war would be on. He and Tran went back over thirty years. But he didn't doubt for a second that Tran would have him killed for rolling over on him.

Slowly Urlacher nodded. “I can do that. But if you're lying to me, I'll carve the rock they'll set over Bobby Lee's grave and stomp it into place myself.”

>> Spider's Tattoo Shop

>> Doggett Street

>> Charlotte, North Carolina

>> 2026 Hours

Shel stood across the street from the tattoo shop and gazed at the neon blue spider holding tattooing needles in all its legs. As the animation kicked in, the neon spider's legs blurred into motion, and a cloud of black webbing spurted up.

“Nifty,” Shel said as he adjusted his sunglasses. The sun was still up and would be for another fifteen or twenty minutes. But shadows had already started to steep themselves between the buildings. Pools of darkness spread across the sidewalks.

Remy looked at him. “People still say
nifty
?”

“Some do,” Shel said. “The really cool people do.”

“I never heard anybody say
nifty
.”

“I would say that's because you don't hang with cool people, but you're here with me now.”

“I've never heard you say it before.”

“That's because you haven't been listening.”

“I listen just fine.” Remy turned his attention back to the tattoo parlor. “How do you want to do this?”

Shel studied the area. The tattoo parlor was flanked by a deli and a Chinese restaurant. Both businesses still had customers. So did the tattoo parlor.

“Straight ahead,” Shel answered. “Go in. Introduce myself to Bobby Lee. Then take him down.”

“Oh yeah, I really like how inconspicuous that's going to be. Especially after Will called to give us the heads-up about the FBI.”

“The fact that the FBI is involved at all is putting pressure on our timetable.” Shel glanced down the street and searched for any unmarked cars that might have been filled with FBI agents. For the moment, he didn't see any. “If we had time, we'd go with my other great plan.”

Remy shot him a look. “I'm afraid to ask.”

“We'd build a giant wooden horse and climb inside. Pretend to be a gift to Bobby Lee. On second thought, maybe we could disguise ourselves in a giant wooden Harley.”

“Wow. I can see you've been giving this a lot of thought.”

“I stopped thinking about how we're going to do it after Will called. We're all out of time.” Shel glanced at the tattoo-artist spider again. “I'm not going back without Bobby Lee.”

“He could have friends.”

“I don't think his friends would be all that friendly. Bobby Lee doesn't strike me as the dedicated friend sort.”

“This part of your Father's Day mad-on?”

Shel shook his head. “Just me doing my job. I'm going to go check out tattoos.”

“Why you?”

“Do you see any black customers in that tattoo shop?”

Remy looked, then shook his head. “That place has probably got a rear exit.”

“Probably.”

“Maybe I should slip around back and set up there. In case Bobby Lee somehow gets wise to your stealth ninja moves.”

“Sure.”

“Give me five minutes.”

Shel nodded and reached down to pat Max on the head. The Labrador sat quietly and contentedly beside him as Remy walked down the block and crossed the street.

Despite the tension that coiled in his stomach—more from the possibility of FBI interference than from the idea of facing Bobby Lee—Shel remained calm and cool. This was business as usual, no matter if it was Father's Day.

He scratched Max behind the ear, listened to the dog pant in the heat, and felt the sweat trickle down his back under the slim-line Kevlar vest he wore. A sleeveless flannel shirt softened the edges of the vest, and the tails of the shirt left outside his pants covered the matte black Mark 23 Mod 0 SOCOM .45-caliber semiautomatic pistol in the pancake holster at the base of his spine. Extra magazines rode in his jeans pockets, but he doubted he'd be able to work a reload inside the shop if things went awry.

Excitement flooded Shel's veins with adrenaline. He lived for this.

>> 2027 Hours

Bobby Lee Gant lay in the chair with his eyes closed, riding on a pleasant wave of alcohol and pills. He felt the sharp bite of the tattooing gun as it chewed through the flesh over his heart. The raucous buzzing echoed inside his head over the thundering bass of the heavy metal music blasting through the tattoo parlor.

Someone slapped his forehead.

“Hey!” Bobby Lee opened his eyes and tried to push up from the chair. “Don't you be slapping me, you big piece of—”

“Stop moving!” Spider spoke gruffly around a fat cigar shoved into his wide mouth. He was a big man in his fifties, with a flat, rugged face and beard and hair that roped down to his broad shoulders. He held the tattoo gun off to one side and dabbed at Bobby Lee's chest with a wipe with the other hand. “You keep moving around like that, this tat's gonna look like a three-year-old done it. And if you walk out of here with a bad-lookin' tat and you tell everybody I done it, I'm gonna charge you double.”

Juiced by the drugs and whiskey, Bobby Lee grinned. “Okay, okay.” He started to raise his hands in surrender.

Spider cursed. “Keep your hands down!”

Bobby Lee put his arms at rest beside him. It was hard to be still. With the drugs and the music working, he wanted to be up and dancing. More than that, he wanted to be with Lorna, his girl. He closed his eyes and thought about that.

The tattoo gun started buzzing again. Pain seeped back into his skin.

“You spell Lorna with two
o
's, don't you?” Spider asked.

“What?” Bobby opened his eyes again and tried to peer down at his chest.

Spider barked laughter that echoed even over the heavy metal. He put a big hand on Bobby Lee's forehead and pushed him back into the chair.

“Man, relax,” Spider guffawed. “I'm just screwing with you.”

Bobby Lee lay back.

“I know it's spelled with a
u
,” Spider said.

Irritated, Bobby Lee reached for the pistol tucked into his waistband.

Spider's demeanor changed in a flash. He dropped a hand to Bobby Lee's arm and trapped it against his body. “Hold on there, boy.”

“Let go!” Bobby Lee shouted. “I ain't in here for you to make fun of.” He held on to the pistol, but Spider's strong hand prevented him from pulling it.

“Chill, bro,” Spider said. “I was just havin' a little fun.”

“It ain't fun for me. That's the name of my woman. I don't want it spelled wrong.”

“It ain't gonna be spelled wrong.” Spider held up a forearm. There in ink he'd written
Lorna
. “Got her name right here. As long as you spelled it right, I spell it right.”

Bobby Lee stared at the man a little longer, then relaxed in the chair.

“We cool?” Spider asked.

Bobby Lee nodded. “Cool.”

“Then you just get mellow, bro, 'cause we're in the home stretch.”

But before Spider could start in with the ink gun again, Bobby Lee's cell phone rang. It was just a track phone, a cheap, disposable handset he'd had Lorna purchase for him. He waved Spider off, pulled the phone out of his pocket, and flipped it open.

“Got some bad news, man,” a voice said after Bobby Lee answered. “Lorna told the cops where you are. They're on their way there now.”

Panic flooded Bobby Lee as he scrambled up from the chair despite Spider's protests. He wasn't going to jail. No way.

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