"I knew her well," the sheriff said. "She was a good woman. Would have made a good wife to someone. I asked her myself."
"You proposed to my mother?"
"I did, but I was too late. Your daddy already had his claws in her. She didn't stand a chance after that. Things were a lot different for women in them days. It was a shame. He killed her. I mean, there was nothing we could pin on him. In the eyes of the law, it was the childbirth that killed her, but I knew he could have done something to help her. He could have called for a doctor. He could have treated her better when she was pregnant with you."
"My daddy always said I killed her," Forrester said.
The sheriff looked at him, long and hard. "Maybe you did. Maybe you both did it, your daddy and you."
Forrester spat again. "Maybe," he said.
"In my experience, son, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Whatever evil was in your father, I bet it's festering within you too."
"Maybe it's the good that was in my mother that favored me," Forrester said.
The sheriff smiled. "Maybe," he said. "I guess we'll have to wait and see about that."
The sheriff stood up. Forrester touched his ribs and recoiled in pain. "I think I need to see a doctor," he said.
"You'll be fine. Nothing a few days in the slammer won't fix."
Forrester shrugged. He'd been through worse things than a few nights in a jailhouse. He didn't think the town of Stone Peak could hold him for too long without reason. Elle would be looking for him. His hotel would report it if he didn't show up. Plus, he always had the Brothers to look out for him. They wouldn't notice straight away, but within a few days, Lacey and Faith would notice if they didn't hear from him.
"I need to make my phone call," Forrester said.
"That ain't going to happen, son."
"What? I have a right."
"Not if you're unconscious you don't."
"But I'm not unconscious."
"Sure you are."
"What? Please. I just need to make one call. It's nothing legal. I need to call a girl. I need to let her know where I am. She'll be looking for me."
"You should have thought of that before you embarrassed my son and his friends."
"You can't do this," Forrester said, trying to rise to his feet. He couldn't get up. The piercing pain in his ribs was too bad.
"Just tell her where I am, Sheriff. It's important."
The sheriff shrugged. "She'll think you skipped town on her, son. We went to the trouble of checking you out of your hotel and impounding your vehicle. It'll be like you were never here. By the time you get out, she'll have moved on."
"You can't do this," Forrester yelled, but the sheriff just walked out.
Forrester yelled after him but it did no good.
Fuck, he thought. How long would they keep him there? How long would Elle wait before she thought he'd run out on her?
He couldn't bear that thought. He knew she was sensitive. He knew she had abandonment issues. He knew she had her guard up. He was the one who'd told her to trust him.
Now he'd abandoned her. The one thing he'd promised never to do. And right after asking her to give him a child.
He was so mad he wanted to punch the wall, but he contained himself. He could hear the sheriff talking to someone out in the front of the police station, and he tried to hear what it might be. He couldn't make out the words but he found out soon enough.
It was Gris.
He came through the door and sat down on the bench the sheriff had been sitting on.
"Well, well, well," Gris said, "we meet again, fucko."
"What are you doing here?" Forrester said.
"Oh, I just wanted to let you know what you're up against."
"Looks to me like I'm up against the whole town."
"Well, you should have thought of that before you went around making enemies. You guys come in from the big city and think the same rules apply up here in the mountains. Now you see that they don't. It's a whole different ballgame up here."
"Just say what you came to say and get out of my face," Forrester said.
"Still up for the fight, aren't you? Still ready to go."
"Fuck off."
Gris nodded toward the door, and Forrester looked up and saw the sheriff there. The sheriff pressed a button and the lock to Forrester's cell opened. Gris slid it aside and stepped in.
"I always knew you were the type to kick a guy when he was down," Forrester said, and with that, Gris's fist came down toward his face.
Forrester moved his head to the side and the fist missed by an inch. Then Forrester grabbed Gris's arm and twisted it. Gris reacted by bringing his foot up and smashing it down on Forrester's already injured ribs. Forrester cried out in pain as Gris freed his arm.
"You want some more of that?" Gris said. "I could punch those ribs all day."
"Do whatever you want," Forrester said. "I'll come find you after this is over and make you pay for whatever you try."
Forrester was in no position to be making threats, but it was enough to give Gris pause.
"I'm here to tell you," Gris said, "that you're going to lose Elle."
"What the fuck do you know about it?"
"I know enough. She was my girl for three years. You learn a lot about a girl in that time."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, so let me tell you about the girl you think you want. Her own mother didn't love her."
"I'm not the kind of guy who'd hold that against her," Forrester said.
"Maybe you're not," Gris said, with a sneer on his face that drove Forrester wild, "but she is."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"She's harder on herself than anyone else could ever be. She's convinced no one will ever love her. I'm sure when you came along, you gave her reason to think differently, if only for a few days, but now she'll realize it was all a con. You're gone, just like everyone else, and I'm the only one who'll be left. By the time you get out of here, she'll be all mine."
"Why are you telling me all this?" Forrester said. "You know as soon as I get out of here I'm going to find her."
"No you're not."
"Why the hell wouldn't I?"
"Because you'll harm her even more if you do. Don't you think you've hurt her enough already?"
"I'd be hurting her more if I didn't come back for her."
"Are you sure about that?" Gris said. "Let me tell you a little story. When Elle was born, her mother wasn't exactly an angel. The father was long gone, and Elle's mother was left all alone. She didn't know what to do. She had no money, no support, and no options."
"So what did she do?"
"She did the only thing she could do. She wasn't exactly a whore, but she'd turned a few tricks in her day. She was determined never to go back to that life, but she owed her old pimps money."
"And?"
"And she offered them the only thing she had to offer. She offered them her baby."
"What?"
"Yes, it turned out that the guys who pimped her were about the only outfit in all of Nevada who'd accept a child as payment for her debt. She thought she was solving two problems at once, stupid bitch. She'd get out of her debt, and she'd find a place for her baby."
"So she sold her baby to the pimps? I don't fucking believe it," Forrester said.
"Come on, fucko. You know how the world works. It's not all daisies and unicorns. There are some bad men in the world. Pure evil. The group Elle was sold to was called Los Lobos."
"Los Lobos," Forrester gasped, a flash of recognition in his voice.
"You heard of them?"
"I've heard of them," Forrester said grimly.
"Then you'll know that what I'm saying makes sense. Those men bought and sold women like they were cattle. They liked nothing more than to put a little girl into slavery in the sex trade."
"How did Elle get away?"
"Well, that's the funny thing. Just before they started forcing her to turn tricks, just before they turned her into an underage whore, the members of Los Lobos started to get murdered, one by one."
Forrester nodded. He knew about that. It was his brother, Jackson, who'd killed the Los Lobos members to save his own girl, Faith, and their son, Sam. It turned out Jackson might have saved Elle from a fate even worse.
"So what's all this got to do with me being in here?" Forrester said.
"Well, look at it from Elle's point of view. She's been abandoned or abused by everyone she's ever known. She's got serious trust issues. It's a miracle she hasn't gone crazy from all the shit she's been through. She was brought up by a criminal gang who wanted to turn her into a child prostitute. Think about that for a second."