“What about Digger?” I asked, more to shake her up than because I thought it was him.
“No, why, what? Why would Digger???” Kayla couldn’t finish the sentence with the proper amount of indignation it called for, possibly since she remembered that I had her packet of blackmail material.
“Tosca,” I said softly, watching Kayla’s face. It drained of what little color she had retained, and I knew I’d scored a palpable hit. I also knew, however, that if Digger was involved in this, Tosca wasn’t in on it. Why? Because Mob didn’t do namby-pamby kidnappings with little to no real pain involved. If Tosca had ordered the pick-up, well, let’s just say that Danny would have been more of a mess than he’d sounded on the tape.
“Um, Italy?” Kayla’s laugh rang hollow, and not even she looked convinced by it.
“That’s it, I’m leaving,” I said, standing up abruptly. As much as I wanted to help Danny, I couldn’t deal with this coked-up, strung-out bitch.
“Wait, um, Scar.” Kayla made a grabbed my arm and nearly tumbled again. As she would have taken me with her, it behooved me to help her stay on her feet. “Please don’t go. I know I’ve been a pain in the ass, but I really need your help.” A Girl Scout couldn’t have looked more sincere, but I trusted Kayla as much as I’d trust Jet with a cute boyfriend.
“Give me one reason I shouldn’t walk out of this house and never come back.” I was steaming, and I wasn’t going to come cheap. “From the start, you’ve been outright lying and lying by omission. You’ve been more of an obstacle than a help, and I have to wonder what else you have to hide.”
“Sit down, please?” Kayla’s tone was normal rather than whiney or like a little girl’s, which was probably why I sat back down. Matt sat next to me on the couch, and the two of us looked expectantly at Kayla. She sat on the hardback chair opposite, not quite able to meet either of our eyes.
“Well?” I said impatiently when Kayla continued to do her impression of a statue.
“I’ve done some things I don’t feel very good about,” Kayla said softly, looking down at the ground. “You know about some of them from what I’ve told you but also what’s in the packet. I swear, I didn’t mean to hurt anyone—well, not really, and it all just got out of hand.” I forbore from pointing out that blackmailing people hurt them even if they may deserve some of that pain. I knew that nothing I said would dent Kayla’s world view of herself. I was just grateful to have her talking, so I kept my big mouth shut for once. “But, um, there was this incident…” Her voice trailed off as she looked more uncomfortable than I’d ever seen her before. I took that as a good sign.