A/N: I think it's obvious that at the moment, I know next to nothing about the Irish mafia. But I'll investigate it more, as I get deeper into the story. Thanks for reading.
“Move and I'll drop you like yesterday's hooker.” Corky said to the silhouetted man. She frisked him and pulled a gun from his belt. Securing it at the small of her back she pressed her gun to the guy's temple. “Do you own a car, preferably black, Cadillac?”
“Uh...no..yes..well no.” The man stammered as he turned his head.
“Don't.” Corky pushed his head back with the barrel of the gun. She grabbed him by the lapels and slammed him back into the door. “Get your story right. Talk.”
“I drive...no, no, I don't have to tell you shit.”
“No, but my gun would sure like to know what's going on, Chief.”
“Did you just call me 'Chief'?” Silhouette whispered.
“Did you just break into my house?”
He sighed. She imagined him rolling his eyes. “I had the keys. Who are you?”
“Give'em.” Corky wrapped her hands around the warm metal and pushed them down in her pocket. Damn, now she had to buy new locks. And some good ones at that. “Are you a new mafioso are something?”
“Mafioso? I hate them with everything I got.” The man pushed at her. She made out his eyes crossing as he stared at the gun in between his eyes. “You called me Chief?”
“Okay?” Corky felt a tremor start at her shoulders and work its way up to the tips of her fingers. Fatigue was working its way through her. How long would she be able to hold this gun up? “Any last words, Chief.”
“Lehane?” Corky paused for a second, but pushed the gun harder into the tender flesh between his two brows. It was only logically that her killer would know her name. “I mean...Corky.”
“No, she don't live here.” Corky licked her teeth, and wondered if she should just shoot the guy already. Caesar had an itching to cut off an appendage that she was very fond of. She only knew what he would do to her afterward. But could she kill this man? He was there to knock her off, so why not?
“Cut the shit Cork Board, I know ever card in your deck.”
Corky used her free hand to flick on the light. She looked into a familiar face lined with unfamiliar wrinkles. “Reno? Reno McNair?”
“Corky...you got to leave.”
“Why are you in my house?” She let her arm swing to her side.
Corky walked out, feeling goosebumps popping up along her arms. Reno's heavy steps came close behind her. She passed by Faith's room, and then she swept passed the closed door of Buffy's. She only stopped when she got back to the living room.
“What's all this about?” She asked him once he took a seat on the couch facing her.
“Things have changed.” Reno said.
“I don't expect them to not change.” Corky rested her arm, gun still in hand, on the armrest of the armchair. Her feet stood anchored to the floor.
“Important things have changed.”
“I never liked it when you strung me along. Spit it out.”
Reno wiped his hands on his slacks, and sucked on his bottom lip. Corky wasn't fond of that little habit of his.
“Frank is dead.”
Red burned through her vision as she heard her heartbeat pound in her ears. It felt like it would bust through the skin it was so loud. Her eyes fluttered and it took what felt like a good ten minutes for her to keep them still. Her hands clenched the fabric of her jeans before spreading against her thigh. She sat like that for a few moments.
She laughed. It shook her whole body. She bent forward in her seat, and brushed the tears from her eyes. “That's all?”
“What is wrong with you? He's dead.” Reno's eyes were wide as he studied Corky. “A person was murder.”
“And if that person was someone other than Frank, I'd be a bit more respectful.” Corky adjusted the guns in her belt.”I never thought I'd live to see the day.”
“That's how most of us felt.”
“How it happen?”
“Full undercover operation. They wanted him bad Corky. Some good cops died.”
“Good Cops?” Corky raised an eyebrow at the man in front of her. The man who used to wreak havoc on the local police department. He stole everything from bologna to squad cars. Corky took a cigarette that still had some smoke left in it from the ashtray on the coffee table. “Really?”
“I might not be the most moral guy around, but I appreciate them for their values.” Reno took a lighter out from his coat pocket and helped Corky out. “My kids go to school in this town.”
She coughed and patted her chest. “Kids?”
“You've been gone a long time.” He tilted and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He slipped three pictures out and handed them to her. “Jessie, Conner, and ...Carla.”
“Carla, huh?” Corky was careful to keep her cigarette from the pieces of paper. They looked like they were trouble makers. Their smiles were the same as when Reno came up with some crazy scheme he wanted Corky to help him with. Corky stared at Reno. Then down to his left hand. Yep, there was a ring. She said nothing.
“You got Sophia?” Corky handed him his pictures, and put the stub back in the ashtray. “Things have changed.”
“The gangs have split, taken on territories.”
“Now I get to hear the real bad news.” Corky remembered Frank and his tirades on the structure of the Irish mafia in Boston. Just by being alive and powerful Frank was a target. Frank's predictions were right. Now that he was dead, everybody wanted a piece of mafia glory. Just her luck, returning home in the middle of a mob war.
“Victor has a family now.”
Corky swallowed trying to remove the bitter taste of nicotine from her mouth. But that just made her feel sicker. A tremor exploded up through her body. She jumped out of her chair and her shin busted against the corner of the table. She hopped through the front door, letting Reno deal with the screen. “The McNairs have moved up.”
“Not without scarifies.” Reno kept to the shade, not joining her at the top of the stairs. “Not without costs.”
“Was this little visit a threat or a warning?” Corky turned to him, conscious of the party across the street dispersing into the night. “You know how I feel about threats.”
“This is me telling you you're lucky it was one of my boys that saw you and not one of Vicky's.”
“He hates me that much?”
“We know what my brother is like when he has a vendetta.”
“Anything else I need to know.”
“If you're smart leave all of Palmer, and don't go near Tombstone, or Jacob Hold.”Jacob Hold
. Corky pinched her eyes closed as she felt the twitching in her stomach. It bubbled and pushed up. Holding her belly she walked down the stairs and around to the side where she got a quick drink from the water hose. A slam sounded from behind her. She turned to find Reno in a silver BMW. So he didn't drive a Cadillac. He waved her over.
“I'll stay quiet. But he'll know.”
“I can't leave. Reno, this is the only home I got.”
“My guy, he's got a big mouth, he wants to do big things. He'll mouth off.”
“I get it.” She walked along side the car as he pulled out of the driveway. Faith's van pulled into the division. “Later, right?”
"Sure. I'm not getting that gun back?"
Corky shook her head no. "Speaking of guns, sorry about the, uh, between the eyes thing."
"I'm alive." Reno watched two women who must have come from the house party across the street. “His wife is friends with Delilah.”