Barclay, Linwood Novel 08 - Never saw it coming

there to scam him, why would he try to kill you, right? Why not just kick you out on your ass, like the Archers did, or call the cops?” He nodded his head encouragingly, trying to provoke a response. “What was going on?”
    Keisha, her voice no more than a whisper, said, “I got . . . lucky. My vision was too close to the truth. His daughter killed Mrs. Garfield and he helped her cover it up.”
    Justin’s mouth opened. The shock was genuine. “No shit? Whoa, that’s crazy. That must have blown your fucking mind.”
    Quietly. “Yeah.”
    “So he’s strangling you, and you grab the—what was it, one of those needles for stitching things?”
    “Yes.”
    “And you get him right in the eye. Backhand! That was awesome! Watching him stagger around with that thing coming out of his head, that was fucking unreal. I thought you had the upper hand, but then, when he still went after you, I thought, Jesus, even with a stick in his brain the bastard just won’t stop. Like in a movie, you know? I didn’t think you were going to make it, but I was pullin’ for ya, I really was.”
    “He nearly killed me,” Keisha said, touching her hand to her neck. “And you watched.”
    Justin shrugged. “Couldn’t very well go busting in and have people think I was some sort of peeping Tom pervert. Anyway, you handled yourself just fine. After you took off, so did I.” He rubbed his hands together again. “So, you want to hear my idea?”
    “I’m betting I can guess.”
    “I want your half.”
    “What?”
    “The money Dwayne gave you for finding me. I know we agreed to split it, but now I want it all. And . . .” He rubbed his chin. “Another two grand on top of that ought to do it. Let’s call it forty-five hundred. You give me that, and I don’t tell the cops what I saw.”
    “If you tell the cops what you saw, then you’re saying you were there.”
    Justin waved his index finger at her. “Good point. But there’s nothing to say I can’t make an anonymous call, is there? Maybe confirm a few things for the cops. Get them looking in the right direction.”
    “You’d do that,” Keisha said.
    Justin laughed. “Hey, I’m doing you a favor here. You don’t see me going to the cops first. I’ve come here with an opportunity for you. And you know what else I was thinking? I was thinking, you and me, we should work together in the future. We make a good team.”
    “I don’t know that I can get you that kind of money,” Keisha said. There was the five grand from Gail Beaudry, but right now it was in Kirk’s back pocket. How likely was he to surrender it? Hesitantly, she said, “I don’t know if Kirk will give it to me.”
    “Kirk? That’s your boyfriend?”
    She hesitated again. “Yes.”
    “You saying he won’t give it to you? To keep you from getting arrested?”
    “He’ll take some convincing.”
    Justin asked, “Does he know what went down today?” Keisha nodded. “Then you need to talk to him. Convince him.”
    “Maybe you should ask him yourself. I’m expecting him back in a little while.”
    Justin nodded confidently. “Okay, good, I’ll talk to him. I can wait. I’m guessing he’s not gonna want his sweetie to get into any trouble.”
    “Yeah,” Keisha said flatly. “He’s always thinking of me first.”

Thirty-two
    Justin was getting antsy standing by the front door, so he went uninvited into the living room and plopped down onto the couch. He cast his eye over the half-full beer bottle and the Twinkie remnants. “You got anything to drink?”
    “No,” Keisha said.
    “Some host,” he muttered under his breath. “So tell me, what’d you do after you left Garfield’s house? You must have been a mess. You go through a car wash with all the windows open?”
    She didn’t answer him. She was at the window, watching for Kirk.
    “Fine, ignore me,” Justin said. “So this boyfriend of yours, what’s he do? Does he predict the future, or track down aliens, or some other shit like that?”
    “He works construction,” Keisha said. “But not for a while. He hurt his foot. But he’s walking okay now.”
    “That’s nice,” Justin said. “I look forward to doing business with him.”
    Keisha heard a familiar rumbling, then saw Kirk’s truck turn into the driveway. The truck bed, as far as she could see, really was empty. Kirk got out and came strutting up the walk like a man who was not only proud of himself, but expecting to get laid.
    He came into the house and