Pieces of the man’s hand blew off as the gun blast sounded.
What remained of the man’s hand and the gun hit the floor with a clatter.
The man started to scream.
The door to the front of the house burst open.
The man who’d come inside with a flourish produced a gun from a holster at his back, took aim, and shot the man dead in the next moment.
“Oh, hey, Beau.”
Beau, the richest man in the state, as well as the club brother to Boone, had come in at a perfect time.
Beau glanced at me, at the man he’d likely just killed, then back at me before saying, “I came to ask if you wanted to join the Montana Cowgirls after you give birth.”
I blinked. “I think we should talk…but only after we call this in.”
For the second time that day, Boone was losing his shit.
He stared at the bloodstain on his living room wall for so long that I thought his eyes might cross.
He’d been standing there staring at it for the last two minutes since the crime scene had been released back to us.
“Boone.”
He looked at me. “He came into our home.”
He had.
“He was smart,” I said. “Got in here without setting the alarm off or the cameras spotting him.”
“Only man that I know could do that is Kurt.”
“You think it was him?” Boone asked Sawyer.
“Ida Bell is meeting the body at the morgue to confirm,” Sawyer said.
I winced. “Will Koen be with her?”
Sawyer nodded. “He wouldn’t let her go alone. I like him.”
“Why not just wait for the DNA test or something to confirm?” I wondered. “Then you could spare Ida Bell the visual?”
“Takes too long,” Boone growled. “We need answers now.”
I guess that was true.
A man had literally bypassed all of Boone’s security measures.
He wanted to know the man’s identity.
Of course he wanted that answer right now.
Speaking of Ida Bell, the phone on the table rang and Boone walked toward it, hitting speaker before saying, “Hello?”
“Hey, it’s me,” Koen said. “Ida Bell went to the morgue. It wasn’t Kurt, but Kurt’s younger brother.”
Great.
