Page 37 of Stone Cold Savage

“You think he’s in someone’s back pocket, doing their dirty work for them,” Coy questioned.

“Something like that, but I’ve never been able to prove it. Hence, the squeaky-clean part.” Owens tone deepened to something more menacing, “I don’t like him, though. Not one bit. His behavior is too familiar, guessing you feel the same way, Coy.”

Coy nodded, “Organized crime?”

“You got it. He reeks of it, but we haven’t had issues down here in I don’t know how long.” Owen tossed his hand in the air in frustration.

“There isn’t any activity in the area, you’re right,” Coy confirmed.

“I know. You’re to thank for that. You and your team.” Owen grinned and winked.

“You know.”

“Of course, I know. I know exactly who you and your sister are. Her husband is a good guy. I know you work with the President’s brother, too. Those Wyatt men are good people. So is your organization. I’ve never had the opportunity to work alongside any of you, but I’m very aware of who y’all are and what you do.”

“I suppose as high ranking as you were, it makes sense you’d be privy to information.”

“Son, they don’t tell us shit on the border. I went looking for it myself and used my connections. You have to be pretty resourceful to be in the know and to make a difference. The longer I held my position, the harder it was to do my job. I’m more effective now that I’m retired, given my own background. I know you don’t need my help, but know you have it if you need it.”

“We appreciate that,” Coy said. “Might take you up on it, but what’s in it for you?”

“I think ol’ Ellis Steele and his outfit are owed something from me. And I intend to pay that debt as soon as I find out who’s behind his paycheck and fancy suits.”

Coy’s brow furrowed, “Debt? What do you owe them?”

The corners of Owen’s mouth curled into a menacing grin. “Revenge, son. Revenge.”

“Revenge for what?” Coy questioned.

“Ah, nothing for you to worry about. I think you have your hands full as it is.” Owen paused like he was lost in thought while a flash of emotion washed over him ever so briefly, “I owe an old friend.”

“What did they do to your friend?” Coy asked.

“I’m not sure. That’s the mystery, Stone. As is the reason my company tonight stopped by and went through my office.”

“Well, if we can offer a hand in any way, we’re happy to help.” Coy nodded, not wanting to pry too much, but deep down, he knew there was a connection there. It wasn’t a priority, but definitely something he’d keep an eye on.

“I appreciate that and may take you up on that at some point.”

Charlotte stood, “We should probably get back to the ranch. I need to fix up the sheriff, and all my supplies are out there.”

Coy and the others followed suit and made their way through the house as Owen Bridges saw them out.

“You sure you don’t want help securing that window?” Coy asked as they stood on the front stoop.

“Nah. I have someone coming to fix it up.”

“The offer to come stay at the ranch stands if, at any point, you feel unsafe here with that guy loose.” Coy reminded.

“I’ll be alright out here –– got my friend,” Owen said, propping his weapon on his shoulder.

“That’s an impressive friend. Didn’t know civilians could have a HK416 registered.” Coy raised his brow, questioning the weapon reserved typically for active-duty Special Operatives like SEALS and the like –– not retired border chiefs.

“Yeah, well… You know what they say.”

“No, I don’t.” Coy grinned.

“Then I guess it ain’t my place to tell ya, son.” Owen winked. “Y’all be safe getting home. I got security out in those woods now. They’ll expect you comin’ through. Don’t pay them no mind.”

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