did she want you to do, then?”
“Find a missing child.”
“I guess you’re packing. I did laundry this morning and your tighty-whities and socks are in your drawer.”
“I’m not taking the case.” He leaned against the cabinet.
“Why not? You just finished a case and you’re always eager to help find a child.”
“I’m busy.” He walked into the dining room and sat down at his laptop.
Pop immediately followed. “That’s a truckload of bullshit. What’s wrong with you?”
Hurt feelings. Hurt pride. Hurt until he didn’t want to feel it anymore. But, of course, Levi didn’t say that to his grandfather.
“Nothing. Some cases I take. Some I don’t. It’s my choice.”
“Mmm-hmm.” Pop pulled out a chair and sat facing him. “Do you know how old you were when I could tell you were hiding something?”
Levi didn’t reply, just kept checking his in-box.
“You were about seven, I think. I was called to the school about you, Ethan and Carson fighting with the Wilcott boys. Your dad was at a cattle auction and your mom worked in Austin, so I had to go. I asked you who started the fight and you stonewalled. You know what that is?”
“Pop, I’m not seven years old anymore, and if I don’t want to talk about it, I’m not. And yes, I know what stonewalling is.” He clamped his jaw tight and stared at his grandfather.
“Yep, that’s it. When you do that, I know you’re hiding something.”
Levi leaned back in his chair. “Pop, don’t you have something to do? Check on your cows? Or visit Walt?”
“Aw, I’m not going over to Walt’s no more. He’s keeping the baby and you can’t make any noise. Hell, I’m old. I make noise. What’s Ethan and Abby thinking, letting Walt keep that baby?”
Levi, Ethan and Carson had grown up like brothers in the small town. Walt, Ethan’s dad, and Pop were best friends but sometimes it was hard to tell that by talking to them. Carson’s dad had passed away last year, but not before wreaking havoc with Carson’s life. Through it all, Carson had managed to find happiness with Jena. Both his friends were married with families. He was the lone bachelor.
“Do you know Abby milks herself?”
“What?” That grabbed Levi’s attention.
“Yeah. Walt has it in his refrigerator. I almost drank it. He said Abby leaves it for the baby. Beats me why she’d want to do that. I don’t understand young women.”
“It’s called a breast pump, Pop, and women have been using it for years. One of these days, you’re going to have to start living in the twenty-first century.”
“Like hell. I’m not using that cell phone you got me, either. If I want to talk to someone, I’ll use the phone in the house.”
“I bet Walt uses his.”
“Hell, yeah. Abby calls ten times a day to check on the baby and so does Ethan. If the baby farts, they want to know about it.”
Levi wanted to laugh and he wasn’t in a laughing mood. “Did you take your blood pressure pill this morning? You’re grouchier than usual.”
“You’re changing the subject.”
“Well, you’re rambling. I don’t know what the subject is anymore.”
His grandfather nailed him with one of those I-know-you-boy looks. “Who’s the fancy lady?”
“Someone I knew a long time ago.” He didn’t bother to stonewall or lie.
“Thought so. Someone took her child?”
“No.” He gave him a short version of the story Myra had told him because he knew Pop would keep jabbing until he drew blood.
“That bastard beat his girlfriend into a coma and took her baby? And it’s Stuart Stevens’s daughter?”
“That’s about it.”
Pop tapped the table with his arthritic knuckles. “You can be packed and on the road in ten minutes.”
“I told you I’m not taking the case.”
“Why not? It’s Stu’s grandson and his life is in danger.”
“I’m not the only P.I. around.”
“You’re the only one who can find him in less than twenty-four hours and it looks like that little boy doesn’t have much time.”
“Pop...”
“Wait a minute. How do you know this woman?”
Levi tried hard not to grit his teeth. “I met her when I was a cop.”
“Is she the woman you were holed up with for about six months?”
“We weren’t holed up. I moved into her apartment.”
“Same thing. It was like you were in heat or something. You couldn’t come home. You had to be with her and then all of a sudden it just fizzled out.”
“Yep.” He wasn’t talking about this with his grandfather.
“So what happened to all that heat?”
“Like you said, it fizzled out.”
“Mmm. So what’s the problem?”
“I’m not getting involved with her again.”
Pop scratched his gray head. “Some of my brain cells nap, some of them have just plain dried up, but the ones that are working are confused as hell. The woman is just asking you to take the case. I don’t see a problem. Oh, is this about Valerie? You sure as hell don’t want to mess that up. She’s making pork chops, mashed potatoes and gravy tonight. I’m not eating all day.”
Levi closed his computer and got to his feet. While Pop was on another subject, he decided to make his escape. “I’m going into the office.”
Pop frowned so deep his forehead looked like road ruts. “Wait a minute. We’re not through talking.”
“I am.”
Pop pointed a gnarled finger at him. “If something happens to that boy, you’ll never forgive yourself. I know you just as well as I know myself. You’re a P.I. It’s a job. Valerie will understand because she loves you, and if she don’t trust you, well, then, son, you ain’t got a thing.” Pop pushed to his feet. “Now I’m gonna go drive my tractor and push some dirt around just for the hell of it, and if I feel like it, I might plant some winter coastal for my pain-in-the-ass cows.”
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