Apparently, living in a small town meant being in the dark about some shit.
The screen door creaked open and Rhys stepped outside.
“You think this plan’s gonna work?”
Rhys shrugged, obviously not needing to be brought into the loop.“Depends on whether or not this guy’s interested in bringin’ them down.”
“But if I didn’t know about them and Ilivehere, how do they think word’s gonna get out?I mean, yeah”—I pointed my beer bottle at Rhys—“people are gonna talk.But it’s not like the grapevine’s got a hotline to Houston.”
That earned me another shrug from Rhys.“I just want him stopped.I don’t fuckin’ care how they do it.”
Now, that surprised me.
Although he was the sheriff, Rhys Trevino was a good guy.And the town really was lucky to have him.He was fair and just, which worked in everyone’s favor.But this had to be wearing on him.The woman he loved was in danger.No way could any sane man sit back and wait for something to happen.
“Personally, I’m not worried about what information makes it through the grapevine,” Wolfe said.“I want this bastard stopped.Goin’ after him ourselves would be the right way.”
Rhys’s eyes cut to Wolfe.
Wolfe held up his hands in surrender.“Not sayin’ I’m gonna do anything.”
I shook my head and took another sip of my beer.“I just don’t get it.I know Travis wants to help out, but this seems a little extreme.”
“Ever think that maybe there’s another plan?”Rhys suggested.
Wolfe and I both locked our eyes on the sheriff.
“Such as…?”Wolfe asked.
“I don’t know,” Rhys said, his frustration evident.“I just get the feelin’ that Max Adorite is gonna play a role in this.”
“Which means…?”I probed.
Rhys huffed.“Fuck if I know.I just get the feelin’ that this is some sort of distraction.”
I glanced at my cousin.I didn’t know the first thing about the mafia, but I'd seen enough movies to get the gist of it.Perhaps Max Adorite was going to take out the police chief.
And wouldn’t that make everything fucking easier?
“I can tell ya,” I said, tilting my head toward Rhys, “if the mafia boss wants to take out the crazy bastard, more power to him.”
That, obviously, wasn’t what Rhys wanted to hear.
ChapterNineteen
Monday, September 11, 2017
Lynx
Ihadn’t slept for shit last night.It was the very reason I was at the shop early this morning.Copenhagen and I had even arrived before Wolfe for the first time … well,ever.
My first order of business had been to start coffee, which I did, then proceeded to drink the entire pot while I pulled the parts out for another pair of rocking chairs.They happened to be the most popular piece of furniture we sold in the store.Seemed no matter how many I made, they never lasted long, and Calvin was always asking me to bring more.
So, after the first pot was gone, I got the second one going and got to work, all the while thinking about Reagan.I hadn’t seen or heard from her since yesterday afternoon at Wolfe’s house.Not that I blamed her.After having to hear Amy’s story again, listening to the pain she’d endured, I had needed some time to myself as well.
Now, I merely wanted to know how we were going to stop a man who seemed to wield all the power.I still didn’t understand why Amy couldn’t go public so we could get this over with.She’d even said she wanted to, but now they were going back on that.It seemed simple to me.If she went public, there would be a lot of heat on that bastard, which would ultimately keep him from sneaking around trying to fucking kill people.
However, it appeared I was the only one thinking along those lines.According to Madison, the idea was to lure him out and stop him once and for all.
