Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 138588 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 693(@200wpm)___ 554(@250wpm)___ 462(@300wpm)
Maybe there was real paperwork and this wasn’t some ploy to get him vulnerable. Maybe he’d fucked up when he’d followed through with the plan to save the man his brother required him to kill. The evidence he’d given Wayne had been good, but it wouldn’t stand up to real forensics.
What if Wayne had his proof double checked? What if he’d done a DNA sample and realized the body he’d brought back hadn’t been Dennis Hill?
Then Wayne would certainly want to have a word. But only after he’d gotten the accounts he’d needed from him. This move was right from Wayne’s playbook.
Wyatt’s heart rate ticked up. “Guys, I didn’t kill Dennis. I need you to check out who the supposed victim is.” Could he trust them? The answer was obviously no, but he also couldn’t not try. “Dennis witnessed my brother killing three members of a rival MC. Wayne ordered me to kill Dennis so he couldn’t ever testify. It was my only way out of the MC. If I killed the witness, I could be free.”
“And you decided his life was worth it so you could get out?” Marshall shot the question back through the cage separating them. He drove down the mountainside with the surety of a man born here.
“I didn’t kill anyone,” Wyatt replied, trying to keep control over his temper. “And I’m trusting you with that knowledge because right now I’m wondering if you aren’t working for my brother.”
Knox turned in his seat. “You asshole. We wouldn’t work for a fucking criminal. We’re the good guys here. Even though no one seems to be able to see it. Bliss isn’t the right place for us. They don’t care about rules. They don’t care about laws.”
“They care about what’s right,” Wyatt argued because he did believe they thought they were the good guys. They thought they were saving a good woman from a bad man. They were wrong, but they believed it which meant there might be room to reason with them. “I know you do, too. You don’t want a bunch of blood on your hands, and that’s what you’re going to get if you turn me over to the CBI without looking into their story.”
“They don’t have a story.” Marshall turned right onto the highway. “They have a warrant.”
“Did you see it? Did you really look at it?” Wyatt asked. “Or did you just trust him?”
“Why wouldn’t I trust a CBI agent?” Knox asked, but there was something in his tone. “Why would a CBI agent lie? And no, I didn’t personally inspect the warrant. I didn’t have to. I do what my superiors tell me to do.”
“Unless they’re Nate Wright.” He had a chance with them. They reached the bottom of the road and Wyatt watched as they passed the bar. It looked so normal. Dusk was rapidly approaching, and the neon sign was on. The parking lot was fairly empty. It was a weeknight so it would be pretty empty. As they drove past the front of the bar, he got a glimpse of motorcycles on the far side of the building. Tucked away close to the trash bins.
Or maybe he hadn’t seen it. Sometimes Gil parked his bike by the bins since taking out the trash was the last thing he did every night.
There had been more than one.
Wyatt forced down his fear. He’d gone by fast. He hadn’t been able to ID any of the bikes. Maybe it had been an optical illusion.
“I have never disobeyed an order from Sheriff Wright,” Knox replied. “Not once, but I knew he would try to… I don’t know. He would try to figure out a way you’re not the bad guy. He doesn’t see things straight when it comes to this town. He believes all the shit people spout.”
“He coddles these citizens.” Marshall made another turn. They were following the river out of town. Two more turns and he would be out of Bliss’s jurisdiction. “He lets them walk all over the rules. He should take this place in hand and things would be better.”
He was sick of listening to them. It was obvious they weren’t going to help him. They would mindlessly do their jobs and think they were good guys for never questioning authority. “Better? In what way? What exactly do you take exception to? The everyone looks after everyone else thing? How kind people are?”
“The naked people,” Knox said with a sigh. “They skirt the law all the time up there. And then there’s Mel. Someone should pick him up and shove his ass in a psych ward.”
“You know Sabrina calls him Dad,” Wyatt pointed out. “Nice way to talk about the woman you like’s father.”
“Yeah, well, she turned out to not be who we thought she was,” Knox admitted. “And this has nothing to do with her. Not really. I thought she was a nice lady, the kind who might want to settle down.”