Page 44 of Protecting What Is Mine

I motion around the room. “Look where we are. Clint practically ran into us on our way in.”

“If he hasn’t done anything wrong, then he’s got nothing to worry about, right?”

Before I can find the words to express what I’m feeling, Cody comes back into the room and takes his seat across from us. “Sorry about that. Looks like your cousin was brought in because he fit the description of a man who caused a ruckus last night. Some hubbub at a bar up in your neck of the woods. Looks like a random coincidence, what with the timing and all.”

“At The Lazy Saddle?” I ask without thinking.

Cody nods. “That’s the place.”

“But he must not have been arrested. We passed him as he was leaving.”

Cody rests an elbow on his desk, bringing his hand to his chin. “No, not at this point. We brought him in to give a statement. Depending on where the investigation leads, there could be a warrant issued for his arrest in the future. But these things take time.” Cody clears his throat before transitioning back to the reason we came in. “Speaking of investigations and leads, I believe you had something you wanted to share?”

All fear aside, the reality of the situation sets in. Clint won’t be arrested for whatever happened at The Saddle last night. Even if he was, the charges would never stick. He’d find an alibi, or apply pressure to whatever witness came forward. Fear and intimidation are the tools of his trade, and until someone is brave enough to stand up to him, nothing will change.

Ever.

“Yes,” I say boldly. “But it’s a long story.”

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