Sitting in the car, Green and Fowler watched as Bobby Mercer drove past them. Green shook his head and he ticked.
"Been a long time since anybody seen that face around here." Green stated as he turned back in his seat.
'Must've gotten off for good behavior." Fowler, not really knowing about the Mercer's, stated
Green looked at Fowler. "Not likely." Green pulled out Bobby's file and handed it to his partner. "That's Bobby Mercer. Heavyweight champion fuck-up of the family."
"And that's a well-defended title." Fowler stated off-handed
"Would've made his daddy proud if he had ever had one. I used to know him a little. Played hockey with the boy. Got thrown out of sixty odd games before the league had finally had enough of him. They called him the Michigan Mauler.
Fowler looked at Jack, who was lighting his cigarette as he walked across the street. "Who's the kid?"
"Oh, that's Jack. He's the youngest. First-class fuck-up, third-class rock star."
"He doesn't look like trouble."
"He's a Mercer. Don't let him fool you."
Green told Fowler about the rest of the Mercer's as a beautiful blonde bombshell walked across the street to Bobby and Jack. Her long hair was blowing in the wind behind her. She was dressed in a black flowy skirt with a silk dark blue shirt. She had an old leather jacket covering her from the cold winter wind. She smiled at Bobby before she kissed his cheek.
"Who is the woman?"
Green looked over to where Fowler pointed and smiled a little.
"Oh that's Destiny." Green saw the way Fowler was looking at the younger woman and shook his head. Green watched as the three of them walked into the house with Jeremiah. "Come on."
"I don't get it." Fowler started as they walked from the car to Jeremiah Mercer's house. "If this woman's such a goddamn saint, how did she end up raising four total fuck-ups?"
"Ms. Evelyn cycled hundreds of kids out of the foster-care system and into permanent homes. And in thirty years, she only came across four lost causes. Four delinquents so far gone, she couldn't find anyone to take them in. So she did." Green looked at Fowler over his shoulder and smirked at the other man. "Trust me, Fowler, these kids are congressmen compared to what they would've been."
When they walked into the backyard, Jerry's kids called them out to their uncles before running away. Jack and Bobby stood up straight and looked at the cops.
"What about me, Green? You gonna arrest me too?" Bobby stated with his arms crossed.
"All depends, Bobby. You keeping straight?"
Bobby looked at Green with a smirk. "Straight-ish."
"How you doing, man?"
"Good to see you."
They did a bro hug thing with smiles. Green turned to the youngest Mercer and smiled once more.
"Jack."
"Green."
"Sorry about your mom, brother. Give me some love."
"Thanks for coming, Green. Mom would've been happy you made it." Bobby said after Jack and Green stopped greeting each other.
"Shit, your mom would've been happy you made it back for her funeral." Green stated with a smile but lost it at Bobby stone cold face.
"I didn't come back for no funeral."
Fowler, thinking Bobby is just some punk, stated. "Thanks for the offer, but we got it under control."
"Yeah. You know, l could tell by the looks of things when l drove in. The place looks completely different. Detroit's finest cleaned it up, huh?"
"Yeah, be easy, Bobby. We got these punks. Kid playing basketball across the street witnessed two gangbangers running in there, shooting up the place—"
"Come on, Green. I used to make a good living around here because cops like you guys couldn't find tits in a strip joint." Bobby interrupted Green's bullshit speech.
Destiny walked out into the backyard and rolled her eyes as Bobby spoke. She walked up behind Bobby and wrapped her arms around his waist. Bobby placed a hand over her left one and had to stop his smile as he felt the rings on her finger.
"How are you, Destiny?" Green asked as he looked down at the small blonde. Her green eyes looked up at him sadly before she shook her head. "Oh! Destiny meet my partner Fowler. Fowler meet Destiny Mercer, Bobby's wife."