Page 25 of Hunted: Season Two

Maybe this isn’t the runner up for worst birthday.

Maybe it just became the first-place trophy holder.

Chapter 5

Bunny

Death Canyon, Texas.

Population thirty-four.

Thirty-five – since we’re including me.

Wait.

Thirty-sixsince we need to include the unborn child that they’re planning to name Mitzi Jo.

Hillbillyheavenfuckingforbids, that they don’t attach the nameJoto a sixth generation.

I learnedthatat the grocery store yesterday.

Along with all the details of Posie’s new, mysterious boyfriend who evidently lookssuspiciouslysimilar to Kipp.

Although Suzie swears Kipp’smuchcuter.

And sweeter.

And has much better manners considering hestillwouldn’t let me unload the cart.

He just got hired to wash dishes at The Dig Site, which is why he’s here, sitting beside her, listening to the speeches being made in spite of the fact he doesn’t live here.

Only thirty-sixish peoplelivein this small town; however, many more people – like him –workhere, hence the packed room.

Tucking the red pen I had been doodling with into my bun is done in tandem with letting my gaze wander around the renovated barn where the town hall meeting is being held.

According to The Kid, Annabelle Steel is the building’s official owner – which she uses to host primarily over the top rustic weddings since her parents died – yet grants permission to the town to use it whenever they have one of these things.

Nolan says it’s not often.

But murderliterallyleft on our doorstep two days ago warrants one.

Flashes of John November’s mangled corpse cause me to adjust uncomfortably again in my backrow, metal fold out chair.

How did he predict that my ex – aka the storm – would find him?

Destroy him?

This town?

How did my ex know that usinghimto deliver a death message would spook me more than someone else?

Or was November just the easiest target?

And if he was…what exactly made him an easy target?

Job?

The affair?

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