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“Um…okay.” Marjorie didn’t meet her brother’s gaze.

“What’s going on here?” Talon asked.

“Nothing,” I said. “In fact, I was just leaving. Good to see you.” I walked quickly out of the kitchen.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

Why couldn’t I leave her alone? Or why didn’t she tell me to get lost?

This was going to be an issue. A big issue.

I left the house and checked in quickly with my mom. She and Henry were fine. Then I got into my car, the Mustang that had been my father’s. It was only a year old. My father had purchased it shortly before he died. With cash, I’d found out when I’d processed his estate. The title was in a locked file cabinet.

My father had always handled the bills, and my mother, being an old-school wife, had never questioned where money came from or went.

I hadn’t questioned him either.

How had I been so naïve as to not see him for who he truly was?

I could sell this car. Indeed I’d thought about it. But it was brand-new, gorgeous dark highland green, and loaded.

Paid for by…

Yeah, I was definitely selling it. I was surprised the Feds hadn’t confiscated it, but they couldn’t prove it had been purchased with dirty money.

Maybe it hadn’t been, but I couldn’t take the chance.

So why had I held on to it this long?

Not because I loved the car, though I did love it. I could easily sell it and buy another that I picked myself. Or, more likely, I could take the money and buy something cheaper. Or I could drive my own damned car, which I also loved.

Could I be trying to hold on to something from the father I knew? The man who’d taken Joe and me camping and fishing? The man who had taught me…how to be a man?

For he had. He’d been a good father to me, and somehow I had to reconcile that with what I now knew he’d done to innocent people.

Including Colin Morse.

Including Talon.

I sighed.

I didn’t know why I did half the things I did these days.

In the rearview mirror, I watched Talon get in his truck and take off to the main road to pick up the boys at the bus stop. He wouldn’t be gone long.

I started the engine and looked behind me—

I jolted slightly when the passenger door opened.

Marjorie Steel sat down beside me. “Hey.”

“What are you doing?”

“Nice car.”

“It was my dad’s.”

“I know.”


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