Annabel nodded and rested her elbows on her desk. “We have to talk about Muriel Casey.”
“We’re friends, ma’am, nothing more, and this isn’t the armed services.”
“I don’t care that it’s a woman, Shelby,” Annabel said, sounding like she found the conversation distasteful. “But I have to care that she’s the closest advisor and family member of your main investigation’s target.”
“Trust me. I’m fully aware of who Muriel is, and who’ll fall out if I shake her family tree. But sometimes fate chooses for us, doesn’t it?”
“Just be careful I don’t want to have to make your personal business my official business. We understand each other?”
Shelby stood up and gathered her things. “Yes, ma’am, we do, and thanks for your latitude on this.”
“Your team members are aware of this situation, and while I don’t think they concur with Curtis, they are aware. I’m not the only one who can make this difficult for you.”
“I’ll keep you updated on the investigation,” Shelby said, hoping Annabel accepted that the rest was off-limits. “And please feel free to join our regular meetings. We can use all the insight we can get.”
“Have fun tonight then.”
Shelby whipped around as she started to leave. “Thanks,” she said hesitantly, not knowing how Annabel had found out about her plans for the evening.
“Remember that while I shuffle a lot of papers all day, I’m still an FBI agent.”
Chapter Seven
“Can I have one more cookie, Mom? It’ll make me not miss you later.” Hannah Casey stood on Cain’s feet in the kitchen and hung on to her pant legs, trying not to smile. “Please?”
“Let me know if that works for you, Hannah, because I’d love to borrow the car this afternoon,” Hayden Casey said. “I doubt I can pull off that face, though. So I’d better go back to that hot-wiring how-to page I found on the Internet.”
Emma took the open cookie container out of Cain’s hands. “Before you complain about anything our son says, remember that your mother told me you were much worse than this. Hannah, you’ve already had two, and that face rarely works on me.” She looked at Cain while she spoke to their daughter. “Hayden, did you decide what you want to do for your birthday?”
“Wet T-shirt contest and beer bash are high on my wish list.”
“Ha,” Cain let out, and Emma glared at her. “See, we’re nothing alike,” she teased.
“I bet that was on your wish list growing up.”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t, lass, but I was a good fifteen before I started asking.”
Hayden laughed and Emma shook her head.
“Last year’s plans will be good enough, Mama,” Hayden said. He picked up the sandwich he’d made and started out of the room.
When he heard Emma take a deep breath he stopped. The joking atmosphere bled from the room, and her trembling lip made him put his plate down. Emma and Hannah hadn’t been here for his birthday last year. “I just had dinner with Mom then, but this year it’ll be better with you and Hannah here.”
“That sounds great,” Emma said, her voice cracking on the last word.
“You’re coming, right?” Hayden asked Emma.
“I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Then stop feeling bad.” He moved closer to her and put his arms around her. “Of course the wet T-shirt contest and beer bash would go a long way to cure my bruised emotions.”
“Go do your homework, and I’ll think about getting you a pony for your past trauma.” Emma held him tighter before letting go. “Thanks,” she whispered into his ear, her voice still sounding raw with emotion.
“You’re my mom, and I love you,” he said before kissing her cheek. Hayden took his snack and books and left to go upstairs.
Emma stared at the door he’d walked out of, wiping her face before she turned back to Cain and Hannah. When she did, Hannah was nestled in Cain’s arms eating her third cookie of the afternoon. It was useless to fuss since she didn’t have a chance in hell of changing Cain’s attitude toward their children. After Emma and Hannah had moved in, it didn’t take her long to see that, as ruthless as Cain was on the streets, she was equally wrapped around Hannah’s little finger at home. Hannah always went to Cain first when she wanted something.
“I’d tell you something about spoiling your kids, mobster. But you did such a great job the first time around, I don’t think I could pull it off,” she told Cain.
Carmen, their housekeeper who’d moved with them to Jarvis’s, came in and took Hannah, shaking her head when she saw the cookie.
Since the kids were gone, Emma fell against Cain and enjoyed the way Cain was running her fingers through her hair. “Maybe I’m pregnant already, since I’m an emotional wreck.”
“You just need a nap before tonight.”
“I spent most of the day napping, thanks to you.”
Cain scooped her off her feet. “And thanks to me that’s what you’ll be doing this afternoon as well.” She started for their room. “I’m done with meetings for today, we’ve been to the cemetery, and all we have left is a party tonight. Let’s enjoy the quiet while we still can, before things heat up again.”
“Bite your tongue, baby. No more hot times for you for a long time to come.”
“I’d rather suck on something than bite, and please tell me there’s more than my share of hot times in my future.”
“That’s a given, as long as they center around me.”
When they closed the door to the bedroom, Emma pointed Cain to the chair near the window instead of the bed. She was in the mood to be held. “How’d it go today?”
“Good. This casino deal is a great opportunity for us and gives us a better advantage in the future.”
Emma nestled herself into Cain’s lap and rested her head on her shoulder. “How so?” These talks were becoming more common as she tried to understand Cain’s world better. After all, it would be her son’s future, and she was through being sheltered.
“To be strong takes more than just good leadership—it takes money. The more money we make, the bigger the wall I can erect around us when it comes to scum like Bracato,” Cain said as her hand rested on Emma’s abdomen.
“Big Gino’s not our concern anymore, baby.”
“There’s always someone just like him ready to fill the void.”
Cain stopped when she heard Hannah’s laughter as she ran down the hall. Carmen had obviously caught her before she reached their door.
“I plan to beef up our muscle so we become the eight-hundred pound gorilla in the room. Our enemies can still pick a fight if they want to, but they’ll have to live with the consequences.”
Emma ran her hand up Cain’s arm and paused behind her neck. She was almost through asking questions and wanted to begin more pleasurable business ventures. They kissed until her nipples tightened at the way Cain’s tongue pushed into her mouth. “And you trust Remi and Ramon enough to get this done?”
“It won’t be long before Ramon takes a more advisory role in their business. He’s earned it, and like me, he knows Remi’s ready. I trust her since we want mostly the same things.” Emma started to unbutton Cain’s shirt and slipped her hand inside.
“What things?” Emma asked.
“To take care of our families and exterminate the vermin when necessary. Remi and I may come from different places, but we’re alike in our thinking and in our positions. I grew up with her, Mano, and Vinny, so it’s not exactly a new friendship, but our main alliance will be with Remi.
“What about tonight?”
“Tonight she’ll introduce the world to the new owners of Gemini Studios. The main studio production will stay in California, but the management offices will be here. With the incentives the state’s offering to film in New Orleans, we’ve become Hollywood South. It’s the perfect vehicle for us to launder money so it’s a good investment.”