Page 124 of Come Back to Me

“He wasn’t around 24/7 though, was he?” Seeking comfort, I grab her hand and slot my fingers through hers. “Is it bad that I’d like to throttle Clyde?”

“We can tag team him. I’ll cut off his dick and you can shove it down his throat.”

“Think Rachel would be able to get us off the murder charge? ‘He deserved it, Your Honor.’”

“Doubtful considering she isn’t a member of the Saskatchewan Bar.”

“Pity.” I take a breath. “Can you imagine growing up in a house with a man who beat you, your mother, your brothers, killed your uncle?—”

“You don’t know that for sure.”

“Cody seemed pretty fucking certain. He wants to follow up on it because he thinks Clyde murdered Clay.

“Could be wishful thinking, I suppose. Wanting to pin every last evil on the bastard, but I dunno. He seemed more resigned than anything else.”

Zee’s gaze drifts to the closest corral, where Colt’s working with one of the horses. (Suddenly, her choice of location makes sense.) “I saw Clay’s last will and testament. The difference between the inheritances is substantial.”

“How many zeroes did he need in his bank account?”

“Apparently a thousand million. Hundreds of millions weren’t enough.”

My only response is a whistle.

“Maybe...” Zee hesitates.

“What?”

“Cody might think Clyde will get off the hit and run causing death charge. Maybe Cody wants to lock him down with other crimes so he can’t ever get out.

“It must be like having the monster under your bed living with you at all times. Having direct control over your life. I can’t imagine any of them want him free.”

“No.” I shiver. “God, we were lucky, weren’t we?”

Zee might have lost her parents when she was young, but they loved her and each other. Despite the trauma of her youth, we both know that, in comparison to the Korhonen boys, we had it easy.

“Yeah,” she whispers, her fingers tangling even tighter with mine. “We were.”

Cody

“I Found” - Amber Run

Seven has long since passed by the time we make it to the detachment. Marty and I came to a silent agreement to take the scenic route out of town so that Fairweather’s lawyer’s hands are tied and the brat will have to spend the night in a cell. That achieved, I make the executive decision to end my shift.

“Shouldn’t we interview Amy Nygard tonight?”

Yes, we should.“It can wait until tomorrow,” I tell him instead.

Marty frowns. “You sure, Cody?”

I have no desire to continue this endless day. Plus, Marty might have a good heart, but fuck if his optimism isn’t exhausting. “We’ll deal with the situation first thing.”

He nods, but I can tell he isn’t happy with my decision, and I don’t blame him.

It doesn’t take much to figure out that the Rabid Wolves gave Amy the drugs to pass onto Fairweather. It’d even explain whyAmy was at the MC’s bar when I met with her—she should have been en route to school but was not only off-campus, but on MC territory.

I can see the tangled web ahead of me and know that it’ll end with Paulie’s baby sister, a kid he was proud of, a kid who was clever enough to earn her place in that snooty hellhole, not only being expelled from the fancy boarding school, but shoved inside a jail cell too.

Can I be blamed for wanting to put that off until tomorrow?

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