“What? I don’t know anything about those drugs Ronnie,” he lied. He wasn’t admitting to anything. She could be having the phone bugged.
“I didn’t say you did, baby. Just . . . you know it wasn’t me right . . . I mean you know how I feel about drugs . . .” she put in a little show of water works pretending to cry. “I can’t go to jail . . . some customs guy must have done it, some drug dealer . . . I just don’t know. But they covered their tracks so well.” She was back pedaling, but wanted to ease his mind. She knew very well it was him, but she just couldn’t prove it, and other than a confession, there was no other way to prove it.
“Well, what in the hell are you doing here? Why come to me?” he asked suspiciously.
She could tell he was nervous by the tone of his voice. “Gary, I love you. I thought you could hide me out for a bit until I can figure out what to do. Please, can I meet you somewhere, or come up to the servant’s cabin?”
“You are here? Close? Um. I was just leaving,” he lied. He had been keeping his head down and staying out of trouble since Ronnie’s arrest like his parents suggested. They told him to come up here when they got wind from the university dean that reporters had called about the incident. His parents didn’t want any more bad press. He had often come up here, on weekends to party with his friends, he even brought Ronnie a time or two. He never used his parents place, knowing there were security cameras in place when he’d come with his friends. The servant’s quarters served him just as well for what he did there.
“Please baby,” she begged. “I don’t have anyone else to turn to. I thought you loved me.”
“Um yeah, I did. But . . .” he was stalling. “My parents don’t want me to have anything to do with you. They threatened to disown me, Ronnie,” he whined.
Oh, the poor fucking baby, she thought. But, she couldn’t say that. “Are they here?” she asked making herself sound concerned and praying they weren’t so she could get to Gary and work her magic. Magic that would hopefully get a confession out of him.
Gary didn’t know what to do. He couldn’t have her show up here at his parents’ compound. Even though his parents were out of town, it wasn’t a good idea. He was about to tell her that when another thought occurred to him. What if someone recognized her while she was down town? Someone could report her, or worse. She could get picked up by authorities in the area. The locals were quick to gossip and they would assume he had something to do with it. Which he did of course, but he didn’t want to add fuel to the fire. It would look really bad for him, and the Campbell name would be even more tarnished than it already was.
“No, they went to some conservation conference in Augusta.” He needed to think this through. He needed to get her out of sight.
He sounded distracted, so Ronnie pounced. “My life is shit, Gary. I’m sorry to have bothered you, but I just thought maybe for just a few days, baby. You could help me come up with a way. Maybe I’ll go to Canada. It’s not too far. Remember the time we drove into New Brunswick via that small town. St. Leonard was it? When we went into that store to buy a drink and we were surprised when they gave us change in Canadian funds. I just don’t know. I can’t think right now. You were always so good at thinking through problems. You’re the only chance I got,” she sobbed, laying it on thick.
Gary felt a twinge of remorse. He hadn’t thought he would get caught. Not with the stuff in her tank. He didn’t think it would be picked up by the machines, or the dogs. Hell, the girl helped him get his fucking diploma and she was a pretty good lay. His cock stirring. He hadn’t gotten any since the cruise. He had been holed up at his parents for the first few days, while they dealt with the media, and then sent him up here to keep his head low. They also planned on sending him to Canada as well, to work on their operation up in Aroostook, New Brunswick until after the trial. They didn’t want the Campbell name to be tainted by his drug smuggling ex-girlfriend. If they only knew! They probably suspected he had tried drugs, and he wasn’t going to admit it that’s for fucking sure. But having Ronnie in town was definitely a big, big problem.
Could he trust her? That was the real issue. He could help her. Should help her. After all it was because of him she was in this mess.
“Not here,” he muttered after what seemed like an eternity. “I can’t have you driving up here, and people seeing you.”
“I got my bike,” she offered. “I can ride up on one of the trails, and then walk it in.” She offered the solution quickly, the one she planned on all along.