Nate waved her off. “If what I’ve heard about your ex is true, then I should give the boy a medal. But this is a serious situation. Someone just blew up your car, Holly. If the congressman is involved, I want to know.”
Marshal Michael McMahon shook his head. “If this is about Ms. Lang, the US Marshals would leave this completely in your hands, Sheriff. Not really interested.”
Jessie gave Nicky a thumbs-up. “Give ’em hell, kid. I never did like politicians.”
At least Nicky had the law on his side on this one. It didn’t look like anyone would be hauling her baby boy off.
“I think it probably be me,” Alexei said. “Many peoples wish to be killing me. I should not have come to town. I should have stayed and been Howard.”
Michael crossed his arms over his chest. “You wouldn’t have been happy. We knew that.”
Nate sighed. “Okay, so it could be Holly or Alexei.”
Caleb’s hand came up slowly. “It wouldn’t be the first time someone tried to kill me.”
That was news to Holly. “Who would want to kill you?”
Caleb’s face went oddly blank. “Have you met me?”
Every damn man in her life was made of sarcasm.
She turned to the Marshals. “Do you guys think this is about Alexei?”
“I would bet on it,” Michael said. “He put a lot of dangerous men in jail. Two of those men are trying to wrangle their way out of convictions. If they get their cases overturned on appeal, well, it would be better for them if Alexei couldn’t testify again.”
“But just so you know, we haven’t received any specific threats,” Jessie continued. “We’re just playing the odds.”
“Marshal Wilson gave a detailed description of the subject to Hope. Turns out she’s a hell of an artist. We should know something soon. Zane is coming in because he got a bad feeling about a guy in Trio the other day. I’ve learned to trust his instincts. We’ll see if the two match up,” Nate said. “Although I wouldn’t bet on it. She says the guy was short and very pale. I don’t think they’re going to match. The man Zane talked about looked Italian.”
“Scott is the only person who might want to hurt me. But I don’t get it. I didn’t even know about Nicky’s side business, which is going to stop now.” She couldn’t have her son blackmailing his father. The three men in chairs all started talking at once.
“Holly, you need to listen to the kid. Do you have any idea how hard this could have been on him?” Caleb’s face was earnest, his hands tight on his thighs.
“Boy is tough. Boy does what he needs to do.” Alexei went on praising her son.
“Mom, I can’t go back. I won’t.”
She held a hand out to silence them. To her great surprise, they all fell in line. Maybe she was missing something here. She got to one knee. “What happened? Have you been thinking about this for a while?”
Her baby boy’s face flushed with emotion. “I thought about it all the time growing up. Don’t get me wrong. There was a lot I loved…still love…about being incredibly wealthy. And Dad isn’t the world’s worst dad. He’s a terrifically horrible human being. Seriously, don’t vote for him. But he loved me.”
“He didn’t kick you out.” She took an odd comfort from that. Guilt had been gnawing at her ever since Nicky had shown up. When she’d been thrown out of his life, she’d at least thought that Scott loved him. For all his douchebag ways, he’d genuinely cared for their son. Just not for her.
Nicky sighed, putting the coffee down. “No, he didn’t throw me out. And when I threatened to leave, he threw a fit. He told me if I stepped one foot out of his house before college, he would make sure I didn’t touch my trust fund.”
That sounded like Scott. “Baby, what did he do that made you want to leave?”
“I met a boy.”
Her heart ached. She knew where this story was going, but he needed to tell it.
“His dad worked for mine. Not as anything big. He was on security detail, but they lived in the guest house. His name was Tristan. I told him his parents had assured his gayness by giving him that name. Mom, I think I loved him. I know I never felt that way before. I know I joke about how hot guys are, but it was different with him. I could talk to him. I could tell him everything. He was my first kiss. My only kiss.”
She reached up and wiped the tears at his eyes. She didn’t bother with her own. “Baby, I’m so sorry. Did your dad fire his?”
“No. It was worse. He gave him a promotion, but only if Tristan never contacts me again. They moved to DC two months ago. Tristan is a good boy, at least. He won’t return my calls or my e-mails. I guess he’s enjoying his dad’s newfound wealth.”
Caleb’s face had gone red. “You can’t let that get you down. You have to push those types of people out of your life. They’ll just use you.”
“Well, he didn’t seem that way before my dad bribed his family.” Nicky took a deep breath and shook it off. “Anyway, I realized I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to get out. I’m not stupid. I know all about Dad’s penchant for sleeping with his aides. All I had to do was follow him for a day or two and I had everything I needed. I presented it all to him in a beautifully polished PowerPoint presentation. I even made a graphic representing how his dick was going to cost him voters.”
Scott must have been livid. For the first time, she had to consider that he might have been mad enough to come after her. He might have thought she was the one behind it. After all, he’d done the same thing to her once.
“Mom, I won’t take it back. I can’t go back to being that person. I need to be me. I need to be whoever I turn out to be. I can’t play the game anymore. Not one more second. I love you. I want to spend time with you. I want to find a nice little liberal arts college and get a degree that wouldn’t get me a job at McDonald’s. I’m thinking creative writing. I want to do stupid shit because I think I’ll figure out who I am. Not Nick Lang, the congressman’s son. And not your little Nicky. But me. Just me. I hope you’ll let me do that with you. But I’ll do it without you, Mom.”
God, he wasn’t a kid anymore. He’d just made a decision it had taken her most of her adult life to make, and he hadn’t needed two lovers to do it. She nodded. “Blackmail the son of a bitch until he can’t see straight.”
Caleb slapped his hands together. “Yes!”
Alexei sat back, crossing one foot over his knee and looking very much the dangerous mobster. “We need to make sure your master negatives are in safe place. We will talk.”
Nicky’s eyes went wide. “I love my new daddies.”
“Okay, that made me terribly uncomfortable.” Caleb went back to staring at the floor.
“He has a very bent sense of humor,” she acknowledged. She turned to Nate. “Is there any way you can manage to get my son-of-a-bitch ex to come in for questioning?”
“I’m working on it.”
The double doors to the station house opened, and Logan and Cam walked in. Cam got a big grin on his face, but Logan merely stared at Alexei. Scott Lang walked in between them. He wore his thousand-dollar suit with casual grace, and his eyes almost immediately found hers.
“He came in quietly once we told him his son was involved,” Cam explained. “We were lucky. He was at a political rally in Pagosa Springs about thirty minutes away.”
“Nicholas, you will tell me what happened. Are you safe?” Scott hadn’t changed in years. He still looked every inch the immaculate politician. He was perfectly groomed, perfectly dressed. Not a single hair dared to stray from his chosen style. His features had been built for TV.
Alexei was too dark, too brooding. He was gorgeous, but he’d had a hard life and it showed in his eyes. Caleb’s hair was twelve kinds of out of place. And his T-shirt was never tucked in. It was only a miracle it wasn’t wrinkled.