Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 669(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
He would have to fix that fence later, but he followed Max, ready to save his family.
* * * *
Shane was fairly certain he was going to die. And he wasn’t even sure why.
It was clear now that this had little to do with him since Kale Kingman was pissed as hell that he wasn’t Bay.
“Well, they look a lot alike,” Ned said, watching the boss with a wary frown. “How was I supposed to know?”
The girl he’d met at The Trading Post a few weeks ago rolled her eyes. “Well, you were supposed to let me be the one to call the boss. Also, I think I heard McNamara call him Shane, so that should have been a sign that he wasn’t the asshole we were looking for.”
Billy sighed. “Okay, I’m going to admit I might not have heard that. I was busy dealing with the fact that we had an almost empty place. I didn’t think we would get a better shot since the boss was waiting.” He turned to face Kale Kingman. “You go back to Wyoming tomorrow. I thought you would want to be in on this.”
The young woman sneered Billy’s way. “You just didn’t want to get stuck here working for those perverted assholes. They’re all over this town. Threesomes. It’s disgusting. These people are having kids and exposing them to all their filthy habits.”
“Says the woman who’s sleeping with the married man,” one of the others said under his breath.
She simply shrugged. “I’m only sleeping with one man. The women around here are disgusting.”
“I don’t care what anyone thinks. I want to deal with the situation, and the sooner the better. I know the original plan was to find that safe, but it wasn’t in there, and I don’t know that I have months for Ned and Billy to spend looking for it when McNamara and Glen aren’t watching them. Her parents are causing a ruckus,” Kingman admitted. “If Bay talks about what he saw or if someone else gets an eye on that piece of art he made, there are going to be questions. I’ve got a documentary filmmaker doing research and making inquiries. Dirty whore lied about not having anyone. And I did want to be here to ensure this is over, but it’s not because this isn’t Bailey Kent.”
“Don’t you think his brother knows where that drawing is?” He recognized his old foreman’s voice, though Dennis hadn’t stepped into the room.
Shane had three guns on him, so he didn’t turn to make sure he was right. It didn’t matter.
“Yeah, the way I remember it those two couldn’t take a shit without each other.” That was Andy.
They absolutely could and did one hundred percent of the time. “I don’t know where my brother is.”
“You should keep your mouth shut unless you want to tell me what I want to hear,” Kingman snarled.
“I don’t know what you want to hear.” His gut was twisted as he sat at the kitchen table.
Where was Brooke? He had to pray Henry heard the first gunshot and either locked down the barn or had gotten them all out. Had there been enough time?
Noah. He’d figured out that the first shot had been to stop Noah from leaving.
Noah was dead. His whole soul ached for Jamie and Hope. How would they go on?
Kingman got to one knee in front of him, his eyes narrow slits. “I want to know where your brother keeps his frilly drawings. Son of a bitch apparently drew a shitty picture of the last time anyone saw Meli Smith.”
Andy shook his head. “It was a pretty good picture, Boss. That’s what I was telling you. He even got you in the background holding the hammer you used.”
Why were they talking about a drawing? “I thought this was about the guns I saw.”
Kingman slapped Andy upside the back of his head before returning his attention to Shane. “What guns? What are you talking about?”
Dennis stepped back as though he knew he would be the next to get a slap from the boss. “Uhm, it was the shipment the MC ordered. The P90s. I needed help storing them, and Shane was around. In my defense, we had talked about bringing them in.”
“I told you I would bring this dipshit in but not Bay, and I then explained he would never leave his brother behind,” Kingman argued. He sighed. “It’s why I was planning on letting them go before they saw too much, but you needed help. It doesn’t matter. The fact is we killed a bunch of people in that barn, and we’re not going to get another shot. I need that drawing. She told me her parents kicked her out, but damn they’re determined to find the whore.”
“What do you mean you killed them?” Shane’s whole body had gone cold. Brooke had been in the barn.