Razor The Wild Ones - Jessie Cooke Page 0,1
out because she needed help. But he hadn’t said no, probably because he was hoping she’d catch Bobby having an affair and finally dump him.
The day after they had coffee, Jason came by one of the job sites where she was working. Kayleigh had her own little landscaping business. There was nothing she loved more than working with her hands and being outside. He had brought what she asked for, what the men and women in law enforcement referred to as a “slap and track” device. It was a GPS monitor that was no more than the size of a fifty-cent piece and attached anywhere underneath a car. Jason had sworn to her that he wouldn’t tell her father, but even now as she got into her own car to find out once and for all where her boyfriend went in the middle of the night, she worried about that. If her father found out that she thought Bobby was cheating, or up to something equally as disturbing, it would only add fuel to the already raging fire that burned between the two men.
Kayleigh brought up the device on the app she’d downloaded on her phone and started driving. The first thing she noticed was that Bobby wasn’t headed for the downtown district where he and Kevin liked to party. It looked to her like he was headed for the marina where he worked, but that wouldn’t make any sense at one o’clock in the morning. The warehouse never opened before 4 a.m., and Bobby worked the afternoon shift.
Kayleigh drove for almost an hour, and sure enough she found herself pulling into the dark parking lot behind the Shamrock Marine/Baton Rouge Warehouse where Bobby worked as a laborer. Bobby’s family was rich and the first few years they lived together, he didn’t work at all. But Kayleigh found it hard to respect a man who didn’t want to earn his own living, so he’d finally given in and gotten a job loading and unloading boats and barges. He didn’t make much, but it was honest work. Kayleigh was sure that his mother still gave him money too, since he always seemed to have more than he should. But she’d learned to pick her battles, so she’d left that one alone. She wondered suddenly if maybe he’d been working overtime, and for some reason he didn’t want to tell her. That made her feel almost guilty enough to turn around…almost.
She spotted Bobby’s car in the parking lot. Other than his car and a handful of shiny Harley Davidson motorcycles, the lot was empty. She drove around to the far side of the warehouse and parked a way away and then slowly and quietly, she made her way over to the side of the building and the small, dirty four-paned window. She peeked inside, but the window was so dirty that it was hard to see anything other than lights and shadows inside. She pressed her ear up against the tin wall and she could hear voices, but not what they were saying. So, growing bolder, she snuck around to the front of the warehouse and positioned herself behind the open door.
“That’s all I got right now but give me a few days…” Bobby sounded nervous.
“You’ve been given more time than most,” an unfamiliar male voice said. “Most people are dead the second we find out they’re stealing from us, you stupid cunt. You should appreciate the fact that you’re still breathing.”
“I wasn’t stealing, I swear…”
“Shut the fuck up! Nothing but lies come out of your mouth! You’re a junkie and a fucking thief…and worse yet, you got us into a fucking war with a street crew thanks to your lies!”
“I didn’t, man, I…” A sound like a boot crunching into soft flesh, and a loud grunt from Bobby. There were seconds of nothing but the sounds of Bobby trying to control his breathing, and then, “I’m sorry, man.” Bobby’s voice was infused with pain. “I’m really sorry. I’ll fix this, I promise. I just need twenty-four hours, man. You know my family has money. I’ll get it…” Kayleigh flinched when she heard the sound of flesh against flesh and a loud grunt.
“That’s the same fucking thing you said last time. That was over a week ago.”
Bobby’s voice sounded desperate now and Kayleigh’s body was shaking all over. She didn’t understand what was going on…what did Bobby steal, and why? He didn’t need to steal anything. All he ever had to do