Page 58 of Sticks and Stones
Instead, he slipped under the comforter, and hid in the bedding where he could have some peace.
And where he could go where no one would find him.
Because he was haunted.
Something told him that no matter how much he healed, his mistake was never going away.
Ever.
* * * Blackhawk & Cantrell * * *
Philadelphia Jail
Same Time
That morning, Diesel met with the District Attorney, and he’d gotten his plea deal set and signed.
For Willis Finch, that was all that mattered to him now that he was facing down some heavy charges. The Feds hadn’t been playing, and they hit him with everything but the kitchen sink.
When he saw the charges, he knew that he had to make up his mind damn fast.
His wife was pregnant with their next child, and there was no way in hell he was spending the rest of his life in jail for attempted murder on a Fed.
Pass.
Instead, he was turning state’s evidence.
While turning on Javier Hughes was a bad choice, rotting in jail when he was found guilty of taking that shot at the federal agent, was worse.
Well, to him.
The District Attorney had promised him that if he rolled on Javier, he’d get off with a slap on the wrist, and maybe five years in a safe prison where he couldn’t be found by Javier.
And he knew that was the important part.
The man had connections everywhere, and there was no doubt that he’d get himself out, and leave Willis to hang for the mess.
That was the last thing he wanted.
You couldn’t trust the rich.
There were no honest millionaires.
PERIOD.
Diesel, Javier’s faithful sidekick and bodyguard, was as good as dead, and he knew it.
Now, he needed to be Willis, a remorseful wayward sheep as he tried to swing this in his favor.
At the phone, he called his wife, and she answered on the first ring.
“Hey, Baby,” he said, keeping his back to the wall so no one could jump him.
“Willie, are you okay?” she asked.
He laughed.
“Sure am, Baby. How are you and my kids?” he asked, wanting to think about anything but his choices.
