as if he were getting free of a sinking ship. Mom followed, lingering on the front step and regarding the SUV in front of her house as though it were a bomb ready to go off.
Mr. X put down the window and waved. She returned the greeting after a moment.
Loser leaped into the Hummer, eyes shining with greed as he looked over the leather seats and the dials on the dashboard.
“Evening,” Mr. X said as he hit the gas.
The kid fumbled to get his hands up and bow his head. “Sensei.”
Mr. X smiled. “Glad you could make yourself available.”
“Yeah, well, my mother is a pain in my ass.” Loser was trying to be cool, punching the curse words hard.
“You shouldn't talk about her like that.”
Loser had a moment's confusion as he was forced to recalibrate his tough-guy act. “Ah, she wants me home by eleven. It's a weeknight, and I gotta go to work in the morning.”
“We'll make sure you're back by then.”
“Where are we going?”
“To the other side of town. There's someone I want you to meet.”
A little later Mr. X pulled into a long, curving driveway that wound among spotlit specimen trees and ancient-looking marble sculptures. There were boxwood topiaries on the grounds, too, standing like decorations on a green marzipan cake. A camel, an elephant, a bear. The clipping had been done by an expert, so there was no question as to what each one was.
Talk about upkeep , Mr. X thought.
“Wow.” Loser gave his neck a workout looking left and right. “What's this? A park? Look, at that! It's a lion. You know, I think I want to be a vet. I think that would be cool. You know, saving animals.”
Loser had been in the car for less than twenty minutes, and Mr. X was ready to see the last of him. The guy was like lint in food: an irritation that made you want to spit.
And not only because he said you know constantly.
They came around a turn, and a great brick mansion was revealed.
Billy Riddle was out front, leaning against a white column. His blue jeans hung low on his hips, flashing the waistband of his underwear, and he was working a set of keys in his hand, whipping them around on a string. He straightened when he caught sight of the Hummer, a smile pulling at the bandage on his nose.
Loser shifted in the seat like he'd been set up.
Billy headed for the front passenger door, moving his muscular body with ease. When he saw Loser sitting there, he glowered, nailing the other guy with a vicious stare. Loser undipped the seat belt and reached for the handle.
“No,” Mr. X said. “Billy will sit behind you.”
Loser settled back against the seat, picking his lip.
When Loser didn't vacate shotgun, Billy yanked open the rear door and slid in. He met Mr. X's eyes in the mirror, and the hostility changed to respect.
“Sensei.”
“Billy, how are you this evening?”
“Good.”
“Fine, fine. Do me a favor and pull your pants up.”
Billy jacked his waistband as his eyes shifted to the back of Loser's head. He looked as if he wanted to drill a hole in it, and going by Loser's twitchy fingers, the other guy knew it.
Mr. X smiled.
Chemistry is everything , he thought.
Black Dagger Brotherhood 1 - Dark Lover
Chapter Twelve
Beth leaned back in her chair, stretching her arms out. Her computer screen glowed.
Boy, the Internet was handy.
According to the title search she'd performed online, 816 Wallace Avenue was owned by a man named Fritz Perlmutter. He'd bought the property in 1978 for a little over $200,000. When she'd Googled the Perlmutter name, she'd found a number of people with F as a first initial, but none of them lived in Caldwell. After checking some of the government databases and coming up with nothing worth a damn, she had Tony do some hacking.
It turned out Fritz was a clean-living, law-abiding kind of guy. His credit report sparkled. He'd never had any trouble with the IRS or the police. Never been married, either. And he was a member of the private client group of the local bank, which meant he had plenty of money. But that was about all Tony could find.
Doing the math, she figured the fine and upstanding Mr. Perlmutter must be in his seventies.
Why the hell would someone like him hang out with her midnight marauder?
Maybe the address wasn't legit.
Now there'd be a shocker. Guy dressed in black leather and dripping with weapons giving out false