Chapter Twenty
“Ineed clean-up.Threemen.All dead.”
Lowen’s gaze followed Evren as he talked to his brother on his cell phone.Agitation clear as day as he paced.Guilt settled in her stomach like a stone.She’d been the one to bring this mess to their doorstep.
“I just don’t understand how they found us, Jeremiah.Yeah.Of course.I don’t know.Ask Tucker to get a new...”
His words faded as a memory surfaced.The night she died, when she came downstairs and heard Scias and Rexx talking, he had said the name Tucker.Could it be a coincidence?It was an unusual name, but not necessarily normal.It seemed odd, and suspicious, that the name came up again.A moment later, he hung up and sighed, running a frustrated hand through his hair.
“Can I ask you something?”
He looked at her.“Of course.”
“How many men in your organization are named Tucker?”
“One.He’s Jeremiah’s assistant.Why?”
“The night Scias pushed me off my balcony, he was talking to Rexx.He was extremely mad because a man named Tucker told him Jeremiah was supposed to be at Direridge that day instead of you.”
Evren furrowed his brow.“Tucker?Are you sure?”
“That night is seared into my memory.You never forget when you die.By the way, what is Direridge?I’ve heard this name a lot but I have no idea what it is.”
“Not a what.A where.It’s a ghost town.”
Lowen frowned.“A ghost town?Like, old buildings and stuff?”
“Yep.”
“And this is worth killing over?”
“Direridge is in a place called the Virgin Valley,” he explained.“Once it ran out of silver, Direridge was abandoned.No one gave it any other thought and it faded away.”
“But that’s not the end of this tale,” she surmised.
He shook his head.“One of Jeremiah’s side businesses is lending money to people who can’t qualify through normal means.”