Kameron didn’t really care about their father at all.He never had.Or he’d have asked Calloway Grady for the answers all those years ago.
Calloway had to know what his father had been up to back then.He’d been fourteen or fifteen.Not a kid; not really.He could know.
Hell, it could be in that house of his.Gradys had grown up there, and everything.Jasper Grady had been the mayor of Masterson.He would have kept things at the house.Where the evil in the world couldn’t find it.
Jacob couldn’t fix what had happened with his brother.No biblical redemption would be coming his way any time soon.Not for…this.
It was his father who was the praying man, not him, anyway.He was going to burn in hell for what he had done to his brother.
But maybe…he could make things a little easier for his father.
Maybe…
He had to make it look like someone else had done this.
Hell, it wasn’t even his gun.He’d found it in the fucking trash more than a year ago.There was nothing to tie him to it but fingerprints, maybe.
He still had the gun.He could wipe it clean.
And everyone knew Bruce Tyler was still out there.With a grudge against the man fucking his daughter.
Jacob had one more thing to do.
He would just go there and wait.And figure out what to do.
55
Kameron didn’t knowhow he managed it, but he was able to pull himself to his feet.His hand slicked with blood.He couldn’t close his hand around the phone.He just couldn’t.His arm was on fire, and he couldn’t breathe.His phone fell.To the floor.He didn’t know…
Kameron slipped to his knees.His head banged off the side of the cabinet.He just stayed on the floor for a moment.He had to do something.
Jacob had lost it.There was something so wrong in his brother.So evil.
He just…wished…
Quinn…
He just wished he had more time, just wished he could see her one more time before he went.To actually stop being a coward…to tell her how he felt…
Just…he wished he had one more moment with her…before he died.
She was his biggest regret.
His fingers wrapped around the phone.But it was too late.He knew it.
He didn’t have the strength to use it.
It was…over.
Quinn.
56
Something waswrong with his little dance partner tonight.Cal could see it in the big blue eyes that were a little too glassy.“Baby girl, tell me what’s wrong so I can make it better.”
Markie dropped her head to his shoulder.He just kept swaying.“Ear hurts.Want Mommy.”
He pressed his hand to her forehead.She wasn’t exactly burning up, but she wasn’t a normal heat, either.“Hang on, we’ll go find her.”
