Towers had two stables and recruited her other girls from out of state. Some were runaways. Some were sold into her operation. Some were clocked in juvvie and picked up when they got out, their disappearance put down to running away, none of them missed. And none of them originally came from Indiana, thus flying under IMPD radar.
There were so many people involved, from pimps, to recruiters, to security, it would take the IMPD some serious time to dismantle the entire operation but it was already disintegrating. Some of the men they picked up were heavy hitters, wealthy power brokers, also not all local. And they were all blabbing like old women.
Rutledge had survived and was currently handcuffed to a hospital bed. Cal and Ryker had uncovered where he hid his payoff cash in his apartment and they left it for the ‘burg PD to find. It was highly unlikely he’d be offered bail. It was also highly unlikely he’d survive his prison term.
Ballistics matched on the three guns that shot Layne. Two put bullets in Rutledge, one was found beside the man Layne shot in the calf who then had Towers run over his legs. Since she did this driving on rims, one of his legs was cut clean off.
“No, she didn’t make it,” Layne confirmed and Roc gave him another squeeze.
“Heard from your man that you took her out.”
“That’s right.”
There was silence.
Then, “Is it bad that I’m smiling right now?”
Layne felt his lips twitch. “No.”
More silence then, “Glad you didn’t get dead.”
Before Layne could reply he had dead air.
He flipped his phone closed and tossed it to the nightstand. Then he slid down into the bed, taking Rocky with him.
“She okay?” Rocky asked.
“Reckon so, considering she told me she’s smiling.”
Rocky shoved her face in his chest and he wasn’t sure what this response meant until she lifted her head then shifted her body so it was on his, her face in his neck.
“Sweetcheeks,” he murmured, his hand sliding in her hair.
Her lips went to his ear. “Never gave a hero a blowjob.”
Layne started quietly laughing.
Her head moved and her mouth came to his.
“Or… maybe I have,” she whispered.
“Well, baby, what are you waiting for? I’m not gonna stop you,” he whispered back.
He felt her smile against his mouth.
Then she took her time, working her way down his body before she gave him a really, fucking great, four o’clock in the morning blowjob.