Page 74 of Westin

She knew immediately what they were talking about. Will was telling Fang to set Lee up, to leave the club and give her the time to get into his office. Then he was supposed to come back and kill her. Only, Fang let his personal proclivities get in the way—he wanted to rape her first. But he underestimated her will to fight. She got away, and Will had to think quick.

He sent her to Razor.

“Razor?” Westin asked, leaning forward to keep track on the ATV. “What is that?”

“He’s the guy running the drugs between here and Arizona.”

“Another gang member?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Then who?”

She shook her head. “This is the boss, the guy who took over the operation when we arrested that guy in California.”

“Someone local?”

“Probably.” She ran her hands over her face, realizing when she dropped them that there was blood drying on her palms and between her fingers. There were pictures, fuzzy pictures, of a man who met with Fang a few times outside a restaurant in Phoenix. He was tall, dark. But so were more than half of all American men. They never could get a clear picture of him. Will said it was because the guy traveled with security and he couldn’t get close enough, even with the wide-angle lens. But now Lee knew it was because he didn’t want them to have a good picture of this guy. Will was protecting his own boss.

But when she’d seen that man in Miss Dulcie’s sitting room this morning, there’d been something about him that she instantly disliked. And it wasn’t just the attitude he’d turned on Westin, though that didn’t help.

“Who is Dominic Mollohan?”

Westin glanced at her, his expression almost comical in his obvious disbelief that she would ask that question now.

“He owns the Rocking D.”

“Where Petey J works?”

“Yeah.” He glanced at her again. “And he’s Rena’s father.”

“That girl who thought you were cheating on her with me?”

“Yeah.” He rubbed a hand on his jeans as he continued to drive with the other hand. “Why? What does Mollohan have to do with this?”

“Does he have a brother?”

“He did. Michael. But he died like five years ago, I think. Car accident in Utah. He was down there visiting his wife’s family.”

Lee just nodded, her mind still moving around pieces, putting the puzzle together. “The box… are you sure there were never any other boxes on your land? You’ve never seen anything else like that?”

“It’s a big ranch, Lee. It’s kind of hard to search every inch of it every day.”

“But you have people running the fences.”

“We have guys on ATVs who ride sections of the fence that can be accessed from roads or trails, and we have a couple of guys check specific sections of the fence at specific times to make sure there’s no damage, no spots where a curious cow could get itself hurt or escape. But, like I said, it’s a big ranch. We can’t have eyes on every inch of it every single minute of every day.”

“Then it’s possible there have been other boxes on the property.”

“Anything’s possible.”

“Mollohan doesn’t like Miss Dulcie.”

Westin grunted even as he stretched to check out all three of his rearview mirrors. Lee turned around and studied the area, but she could no longer see the ATV they’d spotted earlier.

“Mollohan’s father was a little reckless when it came to business. He struggled to keep Rocking D afloat during his time there, and he would often use the ranch as collateral in card games. Asa knew that, and he arranged to play Mollohan’s father a hand of poker when he first came to town, hoping to get a bit of land to use as a jumping-off point to start his own ranch. And that’s exactly what he did.”

“But Mollohan didn’t appreciate it.”

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