“Chace –” I whispered.
“You want more?”
My heart seized.
“More?” I breathed.
“Yeah, Faye,” he leaned in deeper, “more.”
I didn’t but I would take it. Still, he didn’t give me the chance to accept or refuse.
He kept right on going.
“Before Misty, before she did that to my Dad, I was Frank. I did what I could for the citizens of this town knowin’ things were gettin’ ugly but keepin’ my nose clean. I worked my brothers, hopin’ they’d turn from the dark side. After they had me, after I saw that tape, I had no choice but to join their ranks. My mother saw that, tonight, she was good, tonight, you helped her keep it together but she saw that, Faye, trust me, she’d unravel. Hospital stay. My count since I could remember, she’s had four. One lasted six months. This would destroy her. If by some miracle she got better, she couldn’t live with him. Problem is, she can’t live without him. Knowin’ that, knowin’ she had nothin’ good to get out for, she might never recover. I don’t want my mother in a hospital the next thirty years. I got no choice. Keep my mouth shut, take my envelopes filled with dirty money, look the other way and step up when they gave me an assignment.”
“You returned the money,” I reminded him quietly. “It said so in the papers.”
“Yeah, but when my father’s cronies, The Elite, got their shit in another mess, this mess involving Arnie, a mess that had to be sorted with muscle behind a badge, they sent me. With no choice, I went.”
I didn’t understand.
“Chace, I don’t –”
“A man tried to horn in on Arnie’s blackmail and extortion business and they sent me to talk him down. Except, to talk him down, I had to use my fists and with that tape in an envelope ready to be couriered to my mother, I had no choice but to do it.”
I understood then and, involuntarily, my feet took me a step back and, not that he could, but still, Chace didn’t miss it.
“Yeah,” he whispered, his face as hard and harsh as his voice, “see that dark gathering now, don’t you, baby?”
“You went to Internal Affairs,” I whispered.
“Yeah, I did. I took as much of it as I could stomach then I swung my mother’s ass out there and went to IA. Fun choice, my mother’s mental health or my ass.”
“And the town,” I added.
“Yeah, and the town. Detective Chace Keaton, the courageous hero who brought down a band of dirty cops. They hid the fact I was one. They hid the fact that for years I did shit or didn’t do shit I should have when people were getting f**ked. Not just a little, like your Dad gettin’ pulled over, which, by the way, Faye, I knew was happening but couldn’t stop. But a lot, like Ty Walker losin’ five f**kin’ years of his f**kin’ life rotting in a prison states away, doin’ time for a crime he did not commit. Your Dad said when a wrong’s bein’ done, you’re no person he’d want to know if you don’t do what you can to make it right. You live by that too and I’m that person you don’t wanna know.”
“Chace, you did something,” I reminded him.
“And, before, I did other things, Faye. I was that wrong.”
“You were forced to be.”
He shook his head. “A stronger man would not have been forced to be.”
“Your mother –”
“I could have walked away,” he told me.
“I wouldn’t have,” I returned instantly.
At my words, his body jolted.
I kept talking.
“Someone intended to harm my Mom, Dad, Liza, the boys, any of my family or someone I loved, I’d do what I could to stop it. Anyone who loves someone would.”
“Even lie down with filth?” he asked, disbelief heavy in his tone.