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"No, I'm fine," Bria wheezed, taking a sip of her mojito. "Just fine. "
Her lips tightened, and she sat up straight on her stool, tension gathering in her shoulders. She didn't look at me, even though I was right next to her.
For the first time, I realized that my sister was actually embarrassed by me - ashamed, even. Well, not by me exactly, but by the fact that I was the Spider. That I was an assassin. That I'd killed as many people as she'd arrested as a cop. Sure, I still killed people, but usually only to protect my friends, family, or myself. I didn't slice and dice for money anymore. No, these days, the only jobs I occasionally took on were for good, decent folks who had problems that no one else could solve. With Mab's death, I thought that Bria and I had finally moved beyond my bloody past.
Apparently not.
"Actually, I run a restaurant just like you do," I said, finally answering Callie's question. "The Pork Pit, serving up the best barbecue in Ashland. "
The other woman grinned at me. "Well, it's not barbecue, but I hope that you'll find the food here to your liking. "
My smile was as cold and brittle as hers was warm and friendly. "Oh, I always like to see what the competition's up to. "
Callie knew a half-assed insult when she heard one, and the grin slowly faded from her face. I had to stop myself from wincing. I didn't often let my emotions get the best of me, but I sounded like a petty, jealous bitch, and I was acting like one too.
"Well, I hope you enjoy your meal," Callie said in a fainter voice. "I've got to get back to the kitchen. You know how it is. Bria, I'll be back just as soon as I get a break. Don't even think about leaving until we catch up on everything that you've been up to in Ashland - and I do mean everything. "
Callie stared at me once more before turning, pushing through the swinging doors, and disappearing into the kitchen. As soon as she was out of sight, Bria glared at me.
"What is wrong with you?" she hissed. "That was my friend, my very best friend, and you were rude to her, Gin. Extremely rude. You know how much Callie means to me, how she's like a sister to me. "
Yeah, the sweet, perfect sister that I'm not, I thought. The sister that you wish I was. But I didn't say the words or tell Bria how much it hurt to see them together, how much it hurt to hear her defend Callie in a way that she had never defended me.
"Sorry," I muttered.
Bria glared at me another second before picking up her fork. Her hands tightened around the silverware as if she wanted to use it to stab me instead of her shrimp scampi. It took her a moment to unclench her fingers enough to start eating.
I just sighed, wondering if everyone had as much fun on vacation as we were having.
All around us, the other diners laughed and talked and joked over their meals, but Bria and I ate in silence, with only the scrape of our forks and knives on the plates to break the ugly, icy quiet between us.
At least the food was excellent, just like my sister had claimed it would be. The perfectly grilled Jamaican chicken had a wonderful jerk seasoning that was just the right blend of spicy and savory and was topped with a kiwi-mango salsa sweetened with honey. The poppyseed bun was homemade and still warm from the oven, while the sweet potato fries were crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. It was one of the best meals I'd ever had that I hadn't cooked myself.
Callie dropped by our end of the bar as often as she could, as well as moving through the whole restaurant, serving food, stopping at the tables to see if folks needed anything, and asking after the friends and families of her regulars. Not only was she beautiful and a great cook, but Callie Reyes knew how to work a crowd too. I could see why the Sea Breeze was such a success. Hidden treasure, indeed.
Not only was I jealous of Callie's relationship with Bria, but I also envied the easy camaraderie Callie had with her customers. If I tried to do the same thing at the Pork Pit, I'd wind up fighting for my life against whatever hoodlum had come by determined to take me out - after he'd eaten my barbecue, of course. No use dying on an empty stomach.
Eventually, the dinner crowd came and went, and the picnic tables outside were deserted for another evening. Only a few folks remained inside the restaurant, lingering over their food. Bria had ordered a slice of key lime pie for dessert, while I had a pineapple pudding that was just as good as everything else had been. I took another bite of the pudding, relishing the sweet tang of the pineapple in my mouth mixed with the creamy filling and graham cracker crust. Yep, I was definitely jealous now.
"Whew!" Callie said, plopping down on the stool on the other side of Bria. "I always forget how crazy things get in the spring. Won't be long now before the tourists start showing up, and we'll be slammed with customers all day long. It's a lot of work, but I would miss it. "
She stared out at the restaurant, her eyes tracing over the furnishings like she was memorizing them, like they wouldn't be around for much longer.
"Why?" Bria asked, picking up on her friend's sad, wistful mood. "I know how much you love running the restaurant. You're not thinking about selling out, are you?"
Callie's eyes darkened. "Something like that, I guess you could say. "
Bria started to ask her friend another question, but she never got the chance. The screen door banged open, and two men stepped into the restaurant. For a moment, it was like being back at the Pork Pit - everybody froze. The few diners, the two waitresses still on duty, the bartender, even Callie. They all stopped what they were doing to stare at the two men, and the mood immediately changed from one of easygoing dining to tight, nervous tension.
One of the men was a giant, topping out at seven feet tall. His skin, hair, and eyes were all the color of straight black coffee, and the loose white linen shirt and pants that he wore made him look even larger than he really was. The other guy was a much shorter human who was wearing a red shirt covered with green parrots over khaki cargo pants and plastic red flip-flops. His sandy blond hair, his sun-roasted complexion, and the small gold hoop glinting in his ear made him look like a wannabe pirate.
I might not be in Ashland anymore, but I recognized their type - low-level muscle that someone had dispatched to deal with a certain kind of problem. From the way Callie's face hardened at the sight of the two men, I was willing to bet she was that problem - and that things were about to get ugly.
Chapter 4
Callie slid off her stool, squared her shoulders, and marched over to the two men. The shorter guy, the pirate, opened his mouth, but Callie snapped up her hand, cutting him off.
"I've told you before that you're not welcome here, Pete - and that I have absolutely no interest in selling out to your boss like everyone else on the island has already. " Her voice was as cold and hard as mine had been earlier tonight. "Some of us happen to like Blue Marsh just the way it is. "
Pete the pirate smiled at her, and I noticed that one of his teeth had a small diamond set into the middle of it. "Ah, now, I really hate to hear that, Ms. Reyes. Especially since you've been offered a very generous sum for your restaurant. Hasn't she, Trent?"
The giant, Trent, nodded back. His massive arms hung loose at his sides, and he was slowly flexing his long fingers like he was limbering up for a fight.
"You should sell now, while the offer is still on the table," Pete continued in a deceptively friendly voice. "Before your property is devalued. Hurricane season is about to start up again. Not to mention all the other accidents that could happen in the meantime. A grease fire in the kitchen, an electrical short, vandalism. It wouldn't take much to wipe this place completely off the map, if you know what I mean. "
Wow. I think anyone who'd ever watched a bad mob movie knew exactly what he meant. Those were some cliched and not-so-veiled threats if ever I'd heard them. It didn't look like the bad guys in Blue Marsh were any more creative than the ones in Ashland.
Bria slid off her stoo
l. Her danger radar was pinging just as mine was, and she walked over to stand beside Callie. I got up as well, but I stayed at my spot by the bar. I'd come to Blue Marsh to get away from these kinds of confrontations for the weekend - not make a whole new bunch of enemies down here. Besides, this was Bria's city, not mine. She knew the lay of the land and the players better than I did. I'd let her take the lead - for now.
Pete leered at Bria and me behind her, before turning his attention back to Callie. "Who are your friends? The rest of Charlie's Angels?" he snickered.
"Only if I get to be Farrah Fawcett," Bria said in a sweet, syrupy tone. "Pete Procter. Long time, no see. Last I heard, you were awaiting trial on some small-time, check-cashing scheme. "
He looked at her a little more closely, really studying her face. It took him a moment, but his pale blue eyes narrowed in recognition. "Detective Coolidge. I heard that you'd left Blue Marsh for greener pastures. "
"Well, I'm back, and I think that you should leave - right now," Bria said. "Before you annoy my friend any more than you already have. "
"Yeah?" Pete asked, his voice taking on a low, ugly tone. "And who's going to kick me out? You, Detective? I don't think so. Not anymore. Things have changed in Blue Marsh since you've been gone - a lot of things. "
Bria's hand dropped to her waist, but her fingers came up empty. Normally, her gold detective's badge would be clipped to her leather belt, along with the holster that held her gun. But we were on vacation, and Bria had left both of those items back in Ashland.
Pete realized that she wasn't armed, and his smile widened, making his diamond-embedded tooth twinkle like a tiny star in his mouth. "I always wondered what it'd be like to bang a haughty bitch like you. Looks like tonight is my lucky night. "
"If you even think about touching her, I will make it so that you never bang anything again," I drawled. "Not even in your dreams. "
I might be on vacation, might be trying to keep a low profile, but nobody threatened my sister - nobody.
Pete looked over at me, his gaze taking in my sneakers, khakis, and long-sleeved T-shirt. He snorted, dismissing me as unimportant, and turned his attention back to Bria.
Trent kept staring at me, though, his dark eyes never leaving mine. He'd heard the cold promise in my voice and realized that I was just as dangerous as I claimed to be. Looked like the giant was a little smarter than his buddy was. I hoped he was smart enough to walk away and drag Pete along with him. I wasn't eager to get involved in things, but I would if necessary to protect Bria, myself, and even Callie. Despite my jealousy, I didn't want to see the other woman hurt, but that was clearly something Pete and Trent thought was on the menu tonight.
Pete pushed past Bria and Callie and ambled over to the bar with its sunken-boat top and polished brass railing. The bartender had planted himself at the far end of the long counter, next to the doors that led into the back of the restaurant. He stood there with the two waitresses, their faces tight, all of them clearly wishing that they were somewhere else. The diners remained frozen in their seats, forks and glasses halfway to their lips, scarcely daring to breathe, much less eat what remained of their food before it got cold.
Pete reached behind the bar, grabbed a bottle of gin, and ambled back over to Callie. He unscrewed the top and took a long, healthy swallow of the shimmering liquid before wiping off his mouth with the back of his hand. Classy. He grinned at Callie, then whipped around and threw the bottle as hard as he could. It smashed into the mirror and the glass shelves behind the bar and exploded, causing several more bottles to fall off and break. Alcohol fumes filled the air, smelling as harsh and caustic as gasoline.
Callie flinched, and Bria put a comforting hand on her friend's arm. I eased over so that I was standing in between Callie and Trent, despite the fact that I was sighing on the inside. Pete and Trent were determined to make trouble, which meant that my break from being the Spider was going to be officially over in another minute, two tops. Vacation or not, low profile or not, I couldn't just stand by and watch two guys trash someone else's restaurant - especially not when that restaurant belonged to Bria's best friend.
"I think that it's time you realized just how serious we are, Ms. Reyes," Pete said when the crackling tinkles of breaking glass had finally stopped. "And just how eager our boss is to buy your restaurant, no matter what shape it - or you - are in. I thought you got the message six weeks ago when you had that accident. You know, the one where you fell against the bar and broke your arm? You were lucky it was just a hairline fracture and not something more serious - and that you didn't hit that pretty face of yours on the way down. "
Callie flinched again, but she stood her ground in front of Pete. My eyes narrowed. So they'd roughed up Callie once already. Why? What was so important about her restaurant? And who wanted it so badly that they'd beat her up to get it?
"Callie?" Bria asked in a surprised voice that clearly said she didn't know anything about her friend's so-called accident.
"It was nothing," Callie replied in a tight tone. "I slipped, that's all. "
"Sure," Pete said in an easy voice. "She slipped - with a little help from me. And she's right. That was nothing then. But I think it's going to be quite a bit more serious than that now just to make sure our boss's wishes are coming through loud and clear. "
He went back to the bar, grabbed another bottle of liquor, and drew back his arm, ready to send it flying - right into Callie's face this time. Callie gasped, and Bria grabbed her friend so she could push Callie behind her.
"Hey now," I said, stepping in front of both of them and holding up my arms like I was going to surrender. "We don't want any trouble. "