"Why can't the past stay dead?" Aaron thought after Seth left. He scowled at the thought as the phone rang and walked over to pick up his cell.
"Yeah?" He answered, his annoyance at Seth still lingering in his voice.
"Hello Aaron."
Aaron drew a sharp intake of breath. Two years and he hadn't forgotten her voice - a voice he once trusted that had almost ended up costing him his life. His anger came swiftly.
"What do you want, Leigh?" He asked, trying to keep his fury in check.
"I need your help.". Soft. Sweet. As if the past had never happened.
"Lady, you have a set on you."
"I seem to remember you liking my set."
Aaron paused before his temper got the best of him. "That's not what I meant. And those days are dead to me. So are you."
"Aaron, wait! Please...". The honey was gone from her voice now.
"You have 30 seconds to state your business and then I hang up."
"The crew is back in the city.". Leigh's voice was hard now. "They're coming for the money and no doubt, their revenge."
"Like I just told Seth, you deserve everything that's coming to you and then some. It's been a long time coming."
"So, you've seen Seth.". It was not a question. She was not surprised. But then she had always been the one always plotting, always anticipating. He had admired that about her once. He knew better now.
"He was just here talking about 'the mark'. Needing my help too.". Aaron couldn't keep the hint of sarcasm from his voice.
"Aaron, hate me all you want..."
"I do."
Leigh continued without missing a beat "...but this is more than just about the money. You know that. If this information gets out it could destroy lives. People could end up dead."
"The way I was supposed to?"
"I didn't betray you."
"That seems to be the song everyone's singing today."
"You know it's true." Leigh sounded so sincere that for a moment he paused. Then he remember how it was. How it ended.
"I don't know anything except that I can't trust any of you."
Leigh paused, tempted to tell him the truth, but then thought better of it. The truth had been buried for the last two years. There was no need to exhume it now.
"What are you going to do? Who do you hate less?"
She was fishing, looking to see where he was going to lean. He didn't want her to know - he wasn't even sure himself - but he wanted to leave her twisting as she had once left him.
"I don't know. Lose this number, you won't be needing it again. If I want to, I know where to find you.". Aaron hung up. He didn't want to give her a chance to sweet talk him. He looked up at the ceiling, as if the answers were written there. Whatever was going to go down, it was going to be brutal and ugly.
He pulled a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket and lit it as he began to pace. He was going to have to figure out his next move. And soon.
Last edited by harleykwin; 2007-04-23 5:13 PM.
