Inner Harbor
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"Bullshit."
"Phillip's right." As much as he detested it, Ethan accepted the change of plans. "We keep it in official surroundings. We keep our heads. It's better for Seth."
"Why? So his bitch of a mother and his lying auntie have more time to put their heads together? Christ, when I think Sybill was alone with Seth for a good hour today, I want to--"
"It's done," Phillip snapped. "He's fine. We're fine." With fury bubbling through his blood, he slammed into the
Jeep. "And there are five of us. They won't get their hands on Seth."
"He didn't recognize her," Ethan pointed out. "That's funny, isn't it?
He didn't know who Sybill was."
"Neither did I," Phillip murmured and shoved the Jeep into gear. "But I do now."
sybill's priority was to get Gloria a hot meal, keep her calm, and question her carefully. The little Italian restaurant was only a few blocks from the police station, and after a hurried glance, Sybill decided it would fill the bill.
"My nerves are shot to hell." Gloria puffed greedily on a cigarette while Sybill maneuvered into a parking spot. "The nerve of those bastards, coming after me like that. You know what they'd have done if I'd been alone, don't you?"
Sybill only sighed and stepped out of the car. "You need to eat."
"Yeah, sure." Gloria sniffed at the decor the minute they stepped inside. It was bright and cheerful, with colorful Italian pottery, thick candles, striped tablecloths, and decorative bottles of herbed vinegars.
"I'd rather have a steak than Wop food."
"Please." Forcing back irritation, she took Gloria's arm and requested a table for two.
"Smoking section," Gloria added, already pulling out another cigarette as they were led to the noisier bar area. "Gin and tonic, a double."
Sybill rubbed her temples. "Just mineral water. Thank you."
"Loosen up," Gloria suggested when the hostess left them alone. "You look like you could use a drink."
"I'm driving. I don't want one anyway." She shifted away from the smoke Gloria blew toward her face. "We have to talk, seriously."
"Let me get some lubrication, will you?" Gloria smoked and scanned the men at the bar, toying with which one she'd pick up if she didn't have her deadly dull sister along.
Christ, Sybill was a bore. Always had been, she mused, drumming her fingers on the table and wanting her goddamn drink. But she was useful, and always had been. If you played her right, laid on plenty of tears, she came through.
She needed a hammer with the Quinns, and Sybill was the perfect choice. Upstanding, f**king respectable Dr. Griffin. "Gloria, you haven't even asked about Seth?"
"What about him?"
"I've seen him several times, spoken with him. I've seen where he's living, where he goes to school. I met some of his friends."
Gloria clicked into the tone of her sister's voice, adjusted her attitude. "How is he?" She worked up a shaky smile. "Did he ask about me?"
"He's fine. Really wonderful, actually. He's grown so much since I saw him."
Ate like a horse, Gloria remembered, and was always growing out of his clothes and shoes. Like she was made of f**king money or something.
"He didn't know who I was."
"What do you mean?" Gloria snatched up her drink the minute it was set on the table. "You didn't tell him?"
"No, I didn't." Sybill glanced up at the waitress. "We need a few more minutes before ordering."
"So you were poking around incognito." Gloria let out a long, hoarse laugh. "You surprise me, Syb."
"I thought it best that I observe the situation before changing the dynamics."
Gloria snorted. "Now that sounds just like you. Man, you don't change.
'Observe the situation before changing the dynamics,' " she repeated in her imitation of a snooty voice. "Christ. The situation is those sons of bitches have my kid. They threatened me, and God knows what they're doing to him. I want some dough to work on getting him back."
"I sent you money for the lawyer," Sybill reminded her.
Gloria clinked ice against her teeth as she drank. And the five thousand had come in handy, she thought now. How the hell could she have known how fast the money she'd bled out of Ray would slip away? She had expenses, didn't she? She'd wanted to have some fun for a change. Should have demanded twice as much from him, she decided.
Well, she'd get it out of those bastards he'd raised.
"You got the money I wired for your lawyer, didn't you, Gloria?"
Gloria took another deep drink. "Yeah, well, lawyers suck you dry, don't they? Hey!" She called out, signaling to the waitress and pointing at her empty glass. "Hit me again, will you?"
"If you drink like that and you don't eat, you're going to be sick again."
Like hell, Gloria sneered as she snatched up her menu. She didn't intend to stick her finger down her throat again. Once was more than enough.
"Hey, they got steak Florentine. I can handle that. Remember when the old man took us off to Italy that summer? All those hot-looking dudes on motorbikes. Holy God, I had a hell of a time with that guy, what was his name. Carlo or Leo or whatever. I snuck him into the bedroom. You were too shy to stay and watch, so you slept in the parlor while we did the deed half the night."
She snatched up her fresh glass, lifted it in toast. "God bless the Italians."
"I'll have the linguini with pesto and the insalada mista."
"Give me the steak, bloody." Gloria held out the menu without looking at the waitress. "Skip the rabbit food. Been a while, hasn't it, Syb? What, four, five years?"
"Six," Sybill corrected. "It's been just over six since I came home to find you and Seth gone, along with a number of my personal possessions."
"Yeah, sorry about that. I was messed up. It's tough raising a kid on your own. Money's always tight."
"You never told me very much about his father."
"What's to tell? Old news." She shrugged it off and rattled the ice in her glass.
"All right, then, let's deal with current events. I need to know everything that happened. I need to understand it in order to help you and to know how to handle our meeting with the Quinns tomorrow."